“remnants of pieces  left behind  lived  lost    together  alone   wild children  you came here  to be brave   let the perfume  and the music  call you home  to a new world”  C.C. Chapin

“remnants of pieces

left behind

lived

lost

together

alone


wild children

you came here

to be brave


let the perfume

and the music

call you home

to a new world”

C.C. Chapin

We are invited by the scent of earth and the music that circles us to be deeply present to our journey and the worlds we create. This invitation is always here waiting for us.

It is from this poetic depth C.C.Chapin creates. This is her first solo show as a Sculptor.  Her work has the power to envelope us in it’s immense subtlety - evoking our inner silence, fragility, and the eternal thread. This experience brings us to our own breath, our own presence, and allows us to reflect on this moment in our lives. 


Her capacity to create this rare experience as an artist comes as no surprise given her story. She is a self taught Sculptor that has diverse training in Reiki, Theatre and Fashion Design. As a young woman she worked as a Respiratory Therapist in emergency wards.  A feat, considering from the ages of three to eleven she  suffered acute asthma attacks. The ineffective medication left her fighting for her own breath for days, herself always ending up in the hospital. It is impossible to deny the liminal line between her life and art. 

“I packed my bags, left Spain and came back to Toronto giving myself a two year sabbatical from my interior design work to focus on sculpture. I didn’t know what I was going to create. I just knew I needed to have the courage to be patient. I walked, not knowing where I was going,  gathering remnants, pieces of nature, and found objects. I followed my hands, not knowing what they were going to express. In the end, all of this brought me to this still point of what I now call The Becoming.”


Her work invokes. Let us take delicate care of it all. Be as present as we can to ourselves, others, and the worlds we create in the name of our becoming. 

A Poetic Reflection by Mary Elizabeth Grace

Photo credit #navidmedia