AN INBETWEENNESS OF TIME reflects that great feeling of loss, where time seemingly slips through our fingers. These ceramic sculptures reflect on the things we lose to time, and that grasping plea we hold within ourselves to make things, people and places stay as they are. A other worldly reverence exists within the still anamorphic landscapes of the sculptures, which seems to call upon a science fiction ruin that wasn’t able to avoid the deterioration that comes with time.
The fleeting body is embedded in the work, through the fingerprint of the hand to the resemblance of organs or bones in their forms. Where memories and holdings of grief seem to leak out and deform the vessels, creating holes and claw-like valleys. There’s an attempt to resist the inevitable change, yet the brutally hot materiality of the ceramic process denies any semblance of any remaining familiarity. As the ash glazes melt on and fuse onto the blistered clay surface, a great mass of the parts and emotions that claw out of me and all that holds me together are laid bare and found.
