A witness from inside, I tell a lost truth. Cradling stolen moments of breath and bearing the weight of memory, A Hollow Hold refers to the center: the core, the spine, the gut, and the heart. Metal objects and necklaces point to sites on the body to interpret the impossibilities of telling. Like the armor they have become, these works serve as protection and give testimony to the privacy of night. The heartbeats of these memories are transferred into the stillness of the work, and here I learn to breathe again.
Our hunger for memory is how I connect to this world. Revolving around the study, reference, and reinvention of objects that in any form service the body, I investigate the ephemerality of our memories and how we instill them into objects. I research impermanence, trauma, hope, and memory to pursue the unseen correlations between us and our possessions.
The core of this concept was inspired by the buildup of garbage along the banks of the Hudson River in New York. Taking the Metro North Train from Poughkeepsie to Grand Central Station, I became overwhelmed with visions of floating, opaque bodega bags. Two and a half hours of seeing trash be moved by wind and water, souvenirs from someone's day being blown away. Litter as evidence of the connection between material remnants and social rituals.
I felt this awareness as I studied my mother’s jewelry on the floor of where she lived. Piles of silk bags and velvet pouches of materialized memory stack against the wall and bring to mind the garbage left along the river. Here I revel in how relationships come with their own sense of materiality. A story to be poured over every crumb of emerald or gold or charm. A trove of memories trapped in her jewelry.
As I look at what my mother left me, I think about what I can give in return.
In the distilling process of whiskey, the evaporation of fluid is called “Angels Share” and is considered an offering. This notion has inspired a series of silver objects that abstracts the common straw into an ethereal tool for healing. Hollow tapers are filled with water; their contents spill out onto a mirrored surface, reflecting the sky and offering water - a healing substance - to the angels.
The accumulation of these objects: the plastic bodega bag, the silk jewelry pouch, the cold tool, and the heirloom charm come into play to realize a new way of holding water. Their redevelopment is here made in metal, an enduring material extracted from beneath the earth’s surface to live out its permanence above. Each piece is formed to look as if it will burst from the seam, break from the hammer’s blow, or in any way to demonstrate the defiant pull of gravity.