“This work addresses the futility of our need to put words to experiences. the heat of the kiln has rendered the words here illegible, distorted, almost ephemeral, exposing the inability of language to fully capture (and transmit) expariance. there is a sense of loss of meaning. of communication, and (perhaps) of memory- for if we cannot put words to our memories and experiences, can we understand them?” David k. Ebanks, New Glass Review 43
For me, this work refers to the fragility of life. like this text, our lives are very fragile. We are terrified by the thought of dying, but at the same time, sometimes we wish we could just end it all. in my art, I examine the boundaries of the material. How much can I stretch them? How thin can I go without the glass breaking? What will happen if it breaks? I'm deeply inspired by the material's ability to break and heal itself over and over again. there is a constant dialog between breaking and healing and between presence and absence in my research. One can see that those are letters, that it's a script, but it's not recognized as a specific language. It's just on the edge, between existing and disappearing.