Bundles.
This series continues to explore the metaphorical weight of the cloud object, continuing the idea of capturing moments, fleeting impressions, and memories of longing. Utilizing the net as an added layer of meaning, the caught-moments represented in the clouds are yet further caught objects. The handmade nets play with color and texture and add an essential symbolic meaning of keeping, holding, and carrying. To bundle something up is to prepare for imminent departure. These clouds (these memories) are always moving, always fleeting, always leaving. The ceramic material and netting further attempt to hold on.
Fall Slow/ 2 am Voicemail
Nylon, Stained Porcelain, Glazed Earthenware
24” x 21” x 10”
2020
“Harvest moon, full and bright, satellite connecting me to you. I left something behind and now it’s still yours.”
Through The Leaves I Saw You
Nylon, Stained Porcelain, Glazed Earthenware
26” x 20” x 9”
2020
“I’ll catch a glimpse through the seams and it’ll be enough, it’ll be enough, enough, enough, enough, enough until I can push my hand through the hedge.”
If I Catch You, Can I Keep You?
Cotton, Glazed Earthenware, Stained Porcelain
22” x 18” x 12”
2020
“There was an ocean here once, things were buried here once, I walked there once. I planted a tree once, I tugged roots out of the ground once, I cut my hand here once. I saw the forest on fire and thought it was the moon or I saw the moon and thought the forest was on fire. There was a living darkness here once. There was an ocean here once.”
Bundle (Oyster Shell Coast) #1, #2, #3
Cotton, Black Stoneware, Cast Porcelain
14” x 13” x 13” (varied)
2020
“ “There is a man drowning in a lake; he’s splashing all over trying to tread water but it’s obvious he’s going to slip under. When people on the shore realize he’s drowning, they go out to save him.
“Swim to the boat,” they call out. “We will pull you in.”
“I can’t!” the drowning man says.
So they throw a life ring. “Grab the life ring, we will pull you in.”
“I can’t!” The drowning man says. “If I do that, I will have to let go.”
Then they notice that he’s holding onto something. A large rock, which is pulling him down. “So let go,” they say. “You’re drowning.”
“I can’t,” he says.
“It’s all I have left.” ”