“because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house”
In considering the nature of Familial Relations, these few lines from the poem Humanity I Love You by E.E. Cummings come to mind. There is also the residue of formative life, fluctuations in relationship, and an accumulation of experience.
The objects shown are pieces from my mother’s wedding china. They had rarely graced our table during the course of my childhood. After she passed away, I shipped them back to New York and began a set of studies, which has evolved into a play of relationships, in simple and more complex forms and meanings…Take it apart and put it back together.
Family Relations is part of an ongoing body of work titled The Rainy Season, concerned with the fragmentation of memory, time, and family relationships.
In this work, I am interested in how we explain our histories, stories, ourselves to ourselves, and how we connect and share with others.