Here’s the thing, I want to make work that lives.
I want it to be alive.
These are the dishes from the house where I live, my coffee flows in and out of them.
These
cabinets hold those living dishes (with their perfect imperfections). They hold the books I handmade from second-hand paper and carried on long bike rides and hard days (feel free to read my diary); These cabinets are going to live in a home.
All these lil’ framed garbages are found around and hold the community that was so kind as to share that lil’ garbage with me(object/imagery/place/person/to be anything at all).
The wood that would become thatthere table and chairs had a sticker from when they were a bookshelf, before it became a shipping crate, before it became a plinth. Sweet wood, at what could have been the end of a life, became a living chair (oh, to be spared death and to become useful).
I want you to sit in my chair, and to pick up a mug. I made these items to know the sweet pleasure of a life that sees use. These items are comprised of found wood, thrifted blankets, hand-built panels, and flyers torn off light posts – they were chosen and put together to live a life.
Right now, that life is here with you.
Gallerie Sans Sous, GSN Artist Run Centre Moncton New Brunswick Solo Show 2023
Photos by Annie France
Kellyann Marie 