undulating relations
Undulating Relations
Slipcast ceramics, found objects, mold, tights, wood
Dimensions N/A
2022
Dimensions N/A
2022
A study of objects. A feeling of place. Waves of uncertainty. Grounded, crystallized, regurgitated.
How often do our memories fail us? How often do they bring us back to spaces we wish to forget? If a light can not shine bright enough to guide, is it useless? Is its presence a joke?
Like many of us living in the current times, anxiety and doubt can find themselves dictating our lives at times. When we find ourselves in these moments of confusion, how do we reel ourselves back? Filling the walls with the interior of my fist, the only space I know to be true and grounding. The feeling of my nails digging into my palm as I try to remind myself…
I am here.
How often do our memories fail us? How often do they bring us back to spaces we wish to forget? If a light can not shine bright enough to guide, is it useless? Is its presence a joke?
Like many of us living in the current times, anxiety and doubt can find themselves dictating our lives at times. When we find ourselves in these moments of confusion, how do we reel ourselves back? Filling the walls with the interior of my fist, the only space I know to be true and grounding. The feeling of my nails digging into my palm as I try to remind myself…
I am here.