Adrift is a site specific installation of hundreds of handbuilt ceramic pieces that come together into a large pile. The first iteration, which was exhibited at Artspace in December of 2023 was fifteen feet long and five feet at its widest point.
Don’t you remember?” they ask. But I don’t. I have a vivid recollection of antlers hanging in a blue sky. The name of my third grade teacher, a meal we had in Madrid, or the plot of that movie we watched last year are long gone, as if I wasn’t there. Towards the end of her life my grandmother became unmoored from her memories and from herself. Will that happen to me? Memories feel tangible and definitive to us, but of course they are not. They are malleable and unreliable, changing each time we review them, and can even be invented or borrowed by someone else. They are connected in a web of associations: bermuda grass on a hot concrete sidewalk to a beach restless with chilly wind and water to a loose tooth pulled out with string when a door slammed shut.
The drift reflects that accumulation of tangled memory⸺bobby pins, a broken leg, polaroids, wishbones, tulips, 45 records, rose canes, feathers, nasturtium leaves⸺all jumbled, the mundane and the precious together. Elements shift in and out of focus, a dreamlike, fragmented realism that blurs into abstraction. The colors of the raw clay are a palette that speaks of bleached bones, organs, and earth. The drift is an echo, the residue of living. "