Extreme

I read the statement that if we have hope, we have everything. I used to spend a lot of my life vacillating between extremes: everything is awesome, everything is awful; I am a genius, I am ridiculous; I am infatuated, this is a terrible idea. You get the point. The highest highs are obviously followed by the lowest lows. I have worked hard to forgo the peaks and valleys for more of a middle way. It doesn’t always work as old habits die hard, but it mostly does, and that’s great. In many ways, it’s about the acceptance and celebration of being perfectly imperfect.

Sheila Hicks makes monumental, sculptural weaving. She received her degree from Yale in 1957 as one of three women in her art school class. Her work is filled with extremes of color, scale, and narrative. Well into her eighties, she continues to work, experiment, and innovate. An American living in Paris after some time in Mexico, Hicks—in addition to her art—is inspiring and intriguing. She is conscientious, curious, and committed to culture. She makes objects that are "dignified yet joyful.” I’m certain her perseverance and success underlie the knowledge I seek.