Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair - investigating the concepts of captured traces of human existence and the tendency to romanticize tragedy.
Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair
Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair
Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair
Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair
Installation of burnt lace, suspended and stitched with human hair
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid by a grid of pins. "Sometimes the wrong cells kill themselves, and sometimes the ones that should die stick around instead"; apoptosis is the process of programmed cell death in which unhealthy or unnecessary cells purposefully die off to prevent further damage. Here, the biological process is adopted to view human decay as a logical but flawed system.
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid with a grid of pins.
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid with a grid of pins.
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid with a grid of pins.
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid with a grid of pins.
Oil on layers of frosted mylar overlaid with a grid of pins.
Mason jars, ashes, grey paper and thread. The jars contain the burnt remains of personally relevant family items, attached with a specific descriptive note highlighting the jar's contents.
"Winter scarf that was not that warm, she is practical but but ignores this. She inherited a sort of stubborness in which she wants to make days as difficult as possible to prove she is trying"
"Oven scorched pot holder she always forgot to use; she was more likely to catch fire in her open palms than to protect herself from burning"
"Plaid tablecloth reminiscent of antique picnics, shared over a table for 5. Our numbers gradually diminished while the tablecloth remained the same size. I burned it to equalize the losses.
"Thin button down shirt that Bestefar (Norwegian for Grandfather) wore on casual yet respectable days. We are related by marriage, not blood"
"Fuzzed over purple prayer shawl knit by his stubborn sister-in-law. Deaf in one ear and with two successful children, she is too proud for worry"
"Tie-dye dress dad bought for mom at his last big car show. They knit boney hands together as summer heat stuck to our necks, uncomfortable yet nostalgic"
"Faded yellow shirt that should have died a long time ago yet survived all the mishaps and clothing purges. He never wanted to throw out a good garage shirt; the more grease stains the more attached he got, but it might be time to move on"
"Generic black work gloves, more durable than they should have been. He knocked down an entire wall after it was completed by someone else. He would accept nothing less than his own work"