Things are real. A pair of shoes, a chair, a book, a building. These are things. They are real in that they have material properties, they have weight, tactility, mass, presence. We can hold them in our hand, use them and fashion them according to our needs, lean against them, dwell in them. Some things are meaningful, loved, others are just ordinary: the stuff that surrounds our lives. In this work, a bowl is the thing. It is quite an ordinary bowl, except that it has a crack in it.
This sequence of 12 prints traces the unbecoming of the bowls thingness, and, in a sense, its becoming an image. For in an image the thing becomes something else, something other. If an image, by nature, holds something, gives the illusion of the world of flux being held in suspension, one might also say that it loses something as well. An image, and this sequence of 12 printed images, occurs in-between this holding and unbecoming it is the point of contact, the crack, the break.