thanks guys. more about this piece… it's actually a really personal piece for me. alot of the work in the exhibition is. I'll document the rest and share once the show is up. For this piece I came across these beautiful antique sewing table drawers. I had been looking for ways of getting some of my pieces up on the wall as the exhibition space is relatively small. too small for lots of plinths. i was really struck by the beauty of the old objects, but more importantly by their form. They reminded me of church windows, old stained glass ones from the cathedral i used to go to as a kid. the exhibition addresses alot of narratives about my catholic upbringing and the positive/negative that it has had on my life; how having a child has forced me to re-address a lot regarding my beliefs and what i will pass on to my child. the two separate boxes in the end for me became a reference to confessionals in the church. so the woman is me, the boy is my son. the work is about me confessing my short comings to my son. but it is also about me finding forgiveness. as a parent your world changes and sometimes the loss of self can create resentment. this piece was about me getting over that resentment of lack of time, loss of self, etc.
good luck with everything Carol! all the best for your exhibition installation 🙂
Xanthe
could you tell us about this piece?
Wow! Love how they fit so snuggly in the timber mounts.
thanks guys.
more about this piece…
it's actually a really personal piece for me. alot of the work in the exhibition is. I'll document the rest and share once the show is up. For this piece I came across these beautiful antique sewing table drawers. I had been looking for ways of getting some of my pieces up on the wall as the exhibition space is relatively small. too small for lots of plinths. i was really struck by the beauty of the old objects, but more importantly by their form. They reminded me of church windows, old stained glass ones from the cathedral i used to go to as a kid. the exhibition addresses alot of narratives about my catholic upbringing and the positive/negative that it has had on my life; how having a child has forced me to re-address a lot regarding my beliefs and what i will pass on to my child. the two separate boxes in the end for me became a reference to confessionals in the church. so the woman is me, the boy is my son. the work is about me confessing my short comings to my son. but it is also about me finding forgiveness. as a parent your world changes and sometimes the loss of self can create resentment. this piece was about me getting over that resentment of lack of time, loss of self, etc.
i'm not sure if that all makes sense or not : )
oh the piece is called: Lost in translation: Confessions
i'm not sure if you can tell but both characters are holding ends of a tin can string phone.
Thank you for sharing your 'rationale'. Love the bed of roses and the pink & blue and want to go out looking for drawers now 🙂
got my drawers on etsy.