I’ve always wanted to make things. Growing up on 15th Street on the wind-swept High Plains of West Texas, I fondly recall decorating my bulletin board in my bedroom. Typically, with found objects from nature, items I scavenged while dumpster diving, brightly colored construction paper, scissors, glue, etc. I would arrange these items. Compose them. Words. Images. Objects. Often, in celebration of a new season or in anticipation of an approaching holiday. Reflecting back, I now understand I was doing more than decorating. I was storytelling. Though my tools have changed and my craft has evolved, at heart, I’m still that 7-year-old boy on 15th Street…in continuous search of the next narrative.
Trace Boyd
Trace Boyd
Way back
Lubbock, TX