untitled (what is love? can the child in my heart rise above? / can i sail through the changing ocean tides? can i handle the seasons of my life?), 2022

the remnants of paper drawings once manipulated through the addition of uncontrollable amounts of water and a spiral of thin, compressed line work that grows out from their center, hang in a set of 9. after being coated with a porcelain slip, they were fired once to burn away the drawings, and then a second time resting face down on top of a spread of spiraling seashells, in the process taking their form and a soft flash of shiny glaze.

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untitled (i am the same, i'm the same, i'm trying to change)