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.