Dori Mion | Bird House Fine Arts Studio

Artist Bio

At the spry age of 61, I have retired from my career as an educational interpreter for the deaf. A good career that has supported my family for 21 years. I studied interpreting in Colorado, at Front Range Community College. Originally, however, my goal was to be an artist. I studied at Moore College of Art prior to shifting careers to interpreting. My passion for art did not disappear when I shifted careers, but followed me in my spare time, as a puppeteer, a musician, and exploring multi-medium artists. It is surprising to me how fast a career has come and gone, yet my passion for art is as much a part of me as it was as a child.

Today I am in the process of building an art studio. A monument to my love of the creative process. I return to my original goals of ‘being an artist’, which I never actually stopped being, but have come to recognize as an integral part of myself that needs to be put in the forefront of my remaining years on planet Earth. Where this dream will lead is not yet clear, and that unknown is what keeps me motivated to create in whatever medium serves the current situation. Follow me as my dreams unfold.

Artist Statement

Laughing Luther was born and reborn to me as a child. At an early age, I was inspired by Peruvian sculpture when my mother took me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. Well-endowed men and voluptuous women gathered naked, unashamed, and laughing. My wide-eyed attention was captured. I went down to the brook at the edge of our house to collect the silty, clay-like material embedded in the banks. Mom let me set up clay projects with newspapers at any table in the house. (Thanks for encouraging my creative spark mom!) Laughing Luther sat with his long skinny legs, huge feet, hands, genitals, and arching back laughing in pure joy. He sat until he fell apart. His life span was temporary, like a sandcastle. I didn’t care that my sculptures fell apart. It was the process of creating Luther that was so gratifying. 

Experimenting with multiple media, my art evolved. I’ve had a love affair with puppetry throughout my life. Puppetry encompasses a multiplicity of creative possibilities. I’ve been fortunate to connect with other creatives, with their own spectrum of talents. Together we’ve journeyed as The Super Silliest Band. Then, we morphed into a storytelling/puppet/dance/music troupe known as The Third Road Theater. Some of our shows can be seen at the link provided. My poor kids. When I die, they’ll inherit nothing but puppets! Oh, and maybe a few nice batiks, which is my current passion. 
I learned batik in High School and dabbled in it over the years. Three years ago, I tried batiking again with new and exciting results. The process of dye and wax on the material is loose and unpredictable. I find this edgy uncertainty fun and exciting. It frees me to experiment with image-making. I may have finally found my medium! 

The luminosity of the batik intrigues me. I think of the effects of light. I’ve spent a good deal of time staring at the light through trees. It is my study and meditation to imagine translating that experience into the batik colors. It never turns out as expected. That’s fine. It’s really the art process I’m in love with. 

Batik is a dynamic play of form and freedom. Where to contain it, when to let it go. Like relationships with people, but much safer. No really, expressing myself with art is safer than expressing me with words. The artistic flaws, and perceived mistakes, in finished artwork, are enchanting. I don’t grant my own self that same grace. I’m working to integrate this dichotomy by cultivating and validating my artistic voice.        

Currently, I’m building an art studio to be a sanctuary where “I thee wed myself to art and the creative process.” A safe space to explore human relationships through art-making. A safe space to explore glorious and enchanted mistakes and make beauty… or at least a mess.