The seat of consciousness must periodically be unlocked, realigned and accessed in order to experience fear, love and awe.
Repetitive thoughts and systematic use however, wear and burnish the mind. The longer we neglect access to the self, the more time goes by, the less aware and forgetful we become of the possibility to reset. Over time, how to do so becomes an elusive memory leaving us in vague desperation.
A sense of frustration underlies the absurdity of combining the Gestalt of function (keys) and feathers in my work. The perceived delicacy of feathers conflicts with the precision of the tool and the gouges in the silver. It looks as if the keys are worn. At the same time, we can imagine the feather’s intact quills being damaged upon use and conclude that the keys are useless. The soft feathers somehow psychologically block the function of the sterling silver keys. For us, longing for the self makes my objects precious.