wire, pulp, encaustic
Thanksgiving Day as well as the second night of Chanukah.
Celebrating abundance, miracles, family- and remembering those who are no longer with us.
The fork on the right is from the silver set I inherited from my maternal grandmother, Rose. I was fortunate enough to know all 4 of my grandparents who were an influential part of my life.
Rosie a beauty, loved quality and beautiful things. She traveled the world and brought me home dolls from every country. She also took painting and sculpting lessons. Recently and surprisingly, I learned that she volunteered and drove an ambulance during World War II when she wanted to help the war effort but my grandfather a prominent attorney did not want her working.
I started making these utensils out of wire, pulp and encaustic when I began thinking about what we inherit – genetically, culturally, and- literally.
And, how what we keep, what we let go of, and how this collective stuff shapes our identity.
Happy Thanksgiving. Happy Chanukah.
I love the symbolism of this piece. What we inherit from our families and what we will ultimately pass on to our children. It translates beautifully on his day of Thanksgiving…so dig in!