snippets from the exhibit's audio tour:
i built this piece with hundreds of egg shells,
broken down just so
into thousands of pieces,
painted delicately with layers of acrylic paint,
fitted together like a giant puzzle
for which i lacked the solution.
while i wonder about the big picture,
somewhere in wonderland,
the white queen reminds alice that
it is indeed ‘ a poor sort of memory
that only works backwards’.
the piece becomes a meditation on longing,
remembrance, and becoming one’s true self.
naturally, this process requires
the slow savoring
of countless pots of tea,
which spill into the painting,
adding the only color.
as i explore the life and history
contained in these discarded kitchen scraps,
and other bits of found objects,
i allow theirs stories to work
on my own biases of brokenness and wholeness,
of being and becoming.
my work is a relentless search for poetry
in the debris,
an affirmation of life and possibility.
many thanks to my dear friend albert of secondprint productions, for capturing these lovely shots.