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 vulnerability,
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.
