Grief

A sculptural triptych.

A sculpture in three pieces - the eye, from which the smoke tears flow; the left hand, reaching up to catch them; and the right hand, hoping to cup the last trace before it’s gone. An exploration of the unique struggle that comes at the tail end of the grieving process, when the pain of loss fades to a dull ache. There is a guilt that accompanies the transition into normalcy, when loss becomes background noise and you question when the tears will come for the last time. As you cling to grief, for fear that letting go of the ache means letting go of the person you once loved, the tears seem to escape you - lighter than smoke, entirely beyond your reach.

Azabache black clay, tenmoku glaze, cone incense.