2020 Used my hands as a construct to make three porcelain forms that have a thread, a rope, and a string running imaginarily over each sculpture. They collapse over each other, rest and exude the presence of the fragility of human sound. The notion of unknowable, sensory presence with the idea that the objects have instructions on how to make them perform by picking them up putting them one at a time close to your ear and listening. Christo and Jeanne Claude in their sculpture Package, 1960, silk fabric and twine, mounted on board covered with green velvet and framed by Christo. Have this ambiguity as to what the art is. Is it what we see, a body or maybe a torso wrapped? Or is it actually what's underneath the wrapped and roped object? These three sculptures are my interpretation of using bodily forms to create the fragility of life.
