Tiny stepped-over nothings, a richness unseen on most days. Stillness magnifies all the small into view between breaths. Only there. Sea and shore hold long shadows from a low setting sun. Sounds, smells, vision, and sensation intensify under cloud cover. Rainfall polishes stone with saturated colour and sheen, seaweed becomes silk, oyster shells polish into iridescence, fallen leaves decay into fine lace. Stillness distorts time, space, and life. It magnifies all the small into view between breaths. Only there.
This body of work is a study of materials made and worked into form by me, as well as materials that were grown and created by other animals and beings: birds, sea urchins, trees, grasses, glaciers, seals, wasps, and creatures whose bodies I can’t identify. I believe objects have agency. These found objects have histories. They also have utility and purpose. Some bones, feathers, and teeth belonged to beings with beating hearts who mated for life and who died in the sea. Bringing together found pieces of those souls with my own thoughts, now cast into knots, paper, and porcelain, feels like union with all of it. I feel more alive for having looked very closely and for having touched very carefully.