Vessels

An allegory of the flesh.

It’s easy to think of the self as contained within a solid boundary. We have skin that separates our insides from our surroundings. We live in our minds, which live in our bodies, which live in our homes, that keep us safe and separate. White, Western, capitalist society requires an unbreakable boundary between inside and out. If we perceived our community and environment as an extension of ourselves, our responsibility to each other and the land would become as necessary as breathing, as is the convention in most Indigenous cultures.

When I create vessels, part of my spirit intermingles with the clay. My art is as much a part of me as my cells. I work with earthenware, a type of clay known for its porosity. I sculpt vessels as bodies that exchange with their environment. They leak, and in doing so, we sit together in equilibrium.