A Better Place, Now
Wood, earth, soiled doily, thorns and carved branches of wild rose
This work is a reckoning with inheritance—with the tangle of emotional legacies, untold intentions, and personal belongings—juxtaposed against the old condolence, “They’re in a better place now.”
Beneath the hooked thorns and ropey, fibrous bark, the wood of wild rose branches is very soft. Its second layer protects an even more delicate and poriferous, almost sponge-like, center; a hollowing. Working with this medium and its material antinomies prompts even further meditation on capacity, threshold, and allowance.