Rudimentary Memoirs: Iteration 0.3
2022
Pigment, plaster
This piece no longer exists. It once did though, it's memory remains here and elsewhere.
As these develop, I've seen more of myself drawn to things not in the present, or the future. There is something magical about looking at a stone and knowing that this object has outlived generations of your ancestry. A connection lives within these remnants of massive tectonic shifts and the lives of those who lived above them.
The ability to carve is a language we can use to communicate with history. The struggle to learn it is what makes it a dialogue, not a monologue. It is why I am enamoured by craftsman and artists who engage deeply with materials. Meeting marble carvers in Makrana,Rajastan brings me closer to this feeling. It is the development of a bond that goes beyond time and place. The concept of asserting our place in history, yet forming a portal to dimensions quite different from our own.
Finding these remnants in landscapes, natural or built, is part of the journey. These are reflections that excite me. The fragile ways of connecting myself with these narratives has not yet reached a resolution. I hope this train is nearing a station soon.
