I make art that embodies an idea of empathy and memory: of the presence or absence of someone or some thing. I try to explore the psychological, physical and emotional wreckage of the soul when forced to part from a loved one, whether the reason be death or otherwise.
This longing, to me, seems to require the open-endedness of a metaphorical infrastructure to communicate its depth. My work employs the idea of presence and absence as its concept and then develops materials and processes that work best. I do feel as though strategy lends itself well to the notion of ‘process’, giving the works a feeling of time, obsession, and willingness.
I regard my pieces as relics. This longing for and worship of an absent body feels like a kind of idolatry. For me, a sense of culpability emerges through the process of creating objects to worship, alongside the maternal emotions that are expressed via the tiny, fragile garments that I knit to clothe the absent. The confessional door references the guilt I carry, while the archaic needlework recalls love and effort in making. I long to comfort my lost persons as well as myself. These objects – this installation – places flowers on a grave.