About the work

Sometimes the simplest things become the most complex when you ask them to stand in for something else. A small bowl, a gesture, the quiet accumulation of time itself. You learn to make peace with the stand-in, or you don’t. There’s a particular kind of energy that rushes into a space when the intended activity collapses, when the proper things are not at hand, when the original purpose is forgotten. It’s not quite a void, more like a sudden, eager crowding. Other things, less relevant, perhaps, or more immediately available, arrive to fill the gap, not quite fitting, but taking up the space all the same. And then, once they are there, a new kind of sense begins to cohere, a different sort of ritual. What was meant to be, no longer is. What is, has no other option but to be.