half. a hole.
stone lithograph on BFK rives
edition of 3
11”x15”
2020
I
was recently reminded of the tendency I have to collect, keep, and save
various forms of ephemera. This reminder came in the form of a letter
from a friend who had recently visited and made note of the half eaten
orange, cleanly cut in half, sitting on the stoop outside of my
apartment. I was unaware they had made note of this small seemingly
absurd remnant and did not inform me of the letter they sent before
doing so.
In the process of mixing concrete for a mold I was left with excess and did not want it to go to waste. I was reminded of the orange I had left on my stoop and found a tupperware container and placed the orange in the center, encasing the orange in the concrete slurry. After the concrete had set and I removed the object from its tupperware mold I didn’t quite know what I would do with it, but found it interesting. Upon receiving my friend's letter, in which they call attention to the forgotten half an orange, the sculptural object took on new meaning.
I thought about the visual pun presented by the piece
Half a whole.
Have a whole.
Half a hole.
Have a hole.
The piece was realized only after my friend shared their own thoughts about the orange.
As we become a “whole” with another, as in, two parts create one whole, simultaneously when we separate we are only one half of the hole created, the void in our lives. Relationships, whether romantic or platonic, end.
Because the orange in the original piece no longer exists, I see the print and small edition as evidence to the existence of the sculptural object. Thinking about the print more as a form of documentation or sketch of the idea.
In the process of mixing concrete for a mold I was left with excess and did not want it to go to waste. I was reminded of the orange I had left on my stoop and found a tupperware container and placed the orange in the center, encasing the orange in the concrete slurry. After the concrete had set and I removed the object from its tupperware mold I didn’t quite know what I would do with it, but found it interesting. Upon receiving my friend's letter, in which they call attention to the forgotten half an orange, the sculptural object took on new meaning.
I thought about the visual pun presented by the piece
Half a whole.
Have a whole.
Half a hole.
Have a hole.
The piece was realized only after my friend shared their own thoughts about the orange.
As we become a “whole” with another, as in, two parts create one whole, simultaneously when we separate we are only one half of the hole created, the void in our lives. Relationships, whether romantic or platonic, end.
Because the orange in the original piece no longer exists, I see the print and small edition as evidence to the existence of the sculptural object. Thinking about the print more as a form of documentation or sketch of the idea.
