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The Cemetery was established in 1848 and Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts did not open until 1870. The Cemetery is also one of the city’s first parks, designed 30 years before Frederick Law Olmsted began work on the Emerald Necklace. The Trust works to preserve the historic character of this grand Victorian landscape, so innovative in its day. However, we also recognize that this environment — which is an active cemetery with daily burials — is not “frozen in time.” It continues to evolve in ways that reflect the spirit of contemporary society.
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2003
Cast Bronze
Modeled Brookline, MA 2000
Johnston, RI 2003Commission of this work for the permanent collection was supported by a grant from the George B. Henderson Foundation
Artist’s Statement
I am committed to figurative language in art. Through this language, I express my interest in themes involving humanistic ideals, particularly those that deal with women and children.Step on Board, my most demanding and historically significant commission, depicted the hale Harriet Tubman as a determined, visionary spirit who inspired men, women, and children to overcome the perils on the road to freedom in the antebellum South.
The Sentinel is my most recent large sculpture. Her mission is to observe all the transpires. She is the wise old woman of Africa, the Sentinel.

Cast Concrete
Miniature houses cast in concrete cluster on a rocky outcropping, creating a new neighborhood. Each house is modeled on the home of someone buried at Forest Hills. The range of styles, from Queen Anne mansion to modern split level, reflects the economic and social diversity of generations of Bostonians buried here.
Artist’s Statement
I conceived Neighbors as a way to address ideas of the physical home before and after death. The piece compares the dwellings of individuals in life and the “dwellings” created for them after their deaths.
Each concrete building is a replica of the home of a particular person buried at Forest Hills. I chose structures from the thousands of possible residences in order to include a variety of architectural styles. Just as the houses’ architecture reflected the diversity of their occupants’ background, social status, ethnicity, and other traits during their lifetimes, so the architecture of their monuments and grave sites reflects those traits after their deaths.In most cases I was able to find and copy buildings that still exist today, suggesting that the architecture left behind and then reinhabited by the living can carry the memories of those who have passed on.
The houses represent the residences of Charles Varney Whitten, merchant (1829-1897); Mary Hunt, temperance leader (1830-1906), John A. Fox, architect (1836-1902); Joseph H. Chadwick, industrialist, whose Gothic Revival mausoleum is on Fountain Avenue (1827-1902); Ralph Martin, wagon-driver, who perished in the Great Molasses Flood; Samuel S. Pierce, grocer (1807-1881); and Anne Sexton, poet (1928-1967).

2003-2004
Fabricated and cast steel
Originally exhibited at Forest Hills Cemetery as part of ReVisited.2003-2004
Fabricated and cast steel
Originally exhibited at Forest Hills Cemetery as part of ReVisited.Artist’s Statement
“Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!”
— The Death of Hector, Scene III; Troilus and Cressida, William ShakespeareDiscovering this line in Shakespeare’s play Troilus and Cressida, helped crystallize the sculptural format for a series of smokestacks and vents that I have been considering for some time. Ancient or modern, these simple objects present a duality that is at once ominous and graceful. They represent a structural contradiction: thousands of tons of steel and concrete used to vent the most ephemeral of substances, smoke and steam. As metaphors they are powerful engines, reverberating with the sounds of wounded societies, venting corrosive anger and regret.
Walking the grounds at Forest Hills, I realized that I was among generations who once contemplated and experienced life just as intensely as we do. As I looked at the names and dates on the markers, studied the ornament and craftsmanship, the symbolism and the history, I felt a certain kinship. I would truly enjoy hearing their thoughts, especially from their historic perspective, on my choice of this object and icon as a vehicle of thought. Perhaps a lively debate is even now in progress.

2004
Steel, cement, china pieces, mixed found and donated objects
Originally commissioned for ReVisitedArtist’s Statement
Obelisks, with their association of enduring greatness, became popular for family memorials after Napoleon’s Egyptian Campaigns. Their pure uplifting lines were considered in the best taste and they could be used in relatively small spaces. In contrast, Memory Jugs were a folk art form consisting of a recycled ceramic vessel covered with personal items embedded in putty. Some think that they were originally made by slaves and often used as grave markers.We have combined these two concepts to allow the funky, personal Memory Jug to become grand, and to make the elegant obelisk less austere. In Egypt, obelisks were covered in hieroglyphs describing the event they commemorate. Here, the surface of china pieces and other memorabilia replace inscriptions, integrating the evidence of lives past and present. The primary mosaic material is china shards collected at Carson Beach in Dorchester – domestic fragments which give a glimpse of many personal histories, now lost. To this, individuals have donated their own personal memorabilia – buttons, belt buckles, keys, beads, solo earrings, marbles, old coins. The combination of objects honors old memories and stories while creating new ones.

2001
Jamaica Plain, MA
Concrete and steelArtists’ Statement
The bed is the place of conception, sleep, sickness, healing, and eventually death. A bed, a place to rest on a daily basis, is a need common to everyone. In response to the environment of Forest Hills, we chose to make benches shaped like Victorian beds to play on various interpretations of the notion of a resting place. The concrete suggests an eternal nature, the bed a place to sit, to rest.


Modeled El Paso, 1996
Cast Lubbock, Texas, 1998
BronzeArtist’s Statement
The Franciscan depicts Fray Garcia de San Francisco who was the founder of the first mission at the Pass of the North in 1659. This mission became a frontier way station for early explorers and merchants and later evolved into the twin city metroplex of El Paso, Texas, and Ciudad Juarez, Chichuahua, Mexico. This bust was cast from the mold originally used to create the imposing figure of this Franciscan priest for downtown El Paso, as part of the XII Travelers Memorial of the Southwest.
2000
Ipswich, MA
Stainless steelArtist’s Statement
I am interested in the dynamic relationships of objects in motion and their interaction with the outdoor environment. Flock of Birds celebrates this idea and is inspired by the aerial ballet of swarming birds, often seen as multifaceted, mirror-like arrays along the seashore and coastal wetlands.The sculpture explores the qualities of light and playful choreography of an organized grouping of rapid, small movements within a larger, slower movement. The rotating. metal surfaces break up and reflect back angular fragments of light from the natural surroundings, a kind of animated, Cubist painting.
Within the peaceful setting of Forest Hills Cemetery, the sculpture becomes a portal for indicating the evanescent flow of spiritual energy.
Words from Our Families and Friends
Was planning on going to a different cemetery while visiting Boston, but it was closed earlier than expected and I’m so glad. Forest hills was so beautiful. We followed the green line on the ground which led us to a really nice security guard who told us we could pull over anywhere so long as our car wasn’t on the grass
I recently read about the lives of poets Sylvia Plath & Anne Sexton. Since I’m in the 02321 for a house-sitting gig, I decided to pilgrimage to Sexton’s gravesite in Forest Hills cemetery–an absolute hidden gem (the cemetery, not the gravesite)
On a sunny winter day, when I seek solitude and deep reflection, I venture to the Forest Hills Cemetery. The snow-covered grounds, illuminated by the bright winter sun, sparkle with an ethereal light, giving the cemetery an almost serene, otherworldly beauty
One of the biggest and most beautiful cemeteries in New England. Unique, well maintained, and plenty to see. Peaceful. I had a long ride to get here, so I was so happy they had a bathroom and it was clean lol.



