What is the
space in between, the interstitial space? How can we inhabit these spaces,
how can we hold them, grasp them, acknowledge their existence?
I see this body of work, called PASSAGE, sort of like ad-hock studies
or scale models to impossible enormous architectures; domestic-sized
sculptures that have a primary scale relationship with the hand but
that reference expansive, almost mythic proportions. Their broken, tattered,
jutting, folding, overlapping angles are a fragmented piecing together
in an effort to propose something real and sustainable, out of scraps
or shards, remnants from previous pursuits of building. They rest somewhere
between vessels and vehicles, failed and glorious utopias.
These sculptures explore the intimate scale of an unfolding, vast landscape.
How human intervention stands between two natures (the nature of our
surroundings and the nature of our intuition), and how grand ideals
and possibilities of resurrecting this “space between” are
really hidden in our own hands. By collapsing interior landscapes and
expanding them into body-scaled architectures, I seek to make tangible
a sense of physical and psychological engagement with unnameable, unaccounted
for, immeasurable absence.