Meredith Dittmar is an artist living and playing in Portland OR. Born near Boston Mass, she grew up in a world of early computers, pet pigs, horses, hay-forts and spy games . Follow this with an education in computer science, a career in interactive design,  a love of all things underground, and an insatiable drive to create and Seek and you get the major elements of her person and work. 
Dittmars human-digital-plant-energy amalgams thread together common elements and colors to express deep levels of union across themes of biology, technology, and consciousness . Her layered works aim to draw the viewer in, and invites them to get lost in the same way that her Self get lost in the making of the work.  She sees the act of spontaneous artistic creation as part of a larger practice of being present, and a way to better understand herself and reality. 
Dittmar got her start in the art toy scene in the early 2000s. Her characters “My Guys” were featured in many books and magazines and spread much joy to their collectors.  Her success continued as she began to drive the medium of polymer clay to places it had never been before.  She continues to push whatever medium she works with to new places, and find delight in the act of exploration and growth.

creatio ex nihilo (creation out of nothing)
There is an urgency, a Need to create. Compelled, I work to oblige this Need as a conduit, a medium.
This pursuit itself is a teacher, it challenges the assumptions of being and doing, selfhood and separation, actor and action. 
This work just happens. The mind takes a back seat and something else drives. Or rather there really is no driver, just creating. The body moves, surprising things emerge. The doing informs itself. The self jumps back in and wants a part of it… but the work is there to guide the way back to what is always here and always happening. There is a tendency to ascribe the creative action to an actor. A sort of agenticity of the self giving the credit of creation to the arrogance of the ego.
This pursuit represents the last cathedrals of the self. A persistent attempt at resolving original sin, bridging the gap and settling the mystery through the act of continual creation.
Creation creating: form and emptiness ad infinitum.
I do this work until… nothing.
No certainty. No satisfaction. No Need.
ex nihilo nihil (out of nothing comes nothing)

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