Washi paper, ink, thread, piano wire
7'h x 8'w x 1/2'd
I became interested in antique, silver-plated housewares that are nowadays rarely used at home. Their skin of silver is hard to sustain, and their core materials have no market value. But they do perform as ghostly reminders of the social status of women past – a lifestyle once preferred, but now largely left behind. Commonly maintained by female family members, they have become a symbol of the women who cherished them to own, use and care for. Some are still held by the family, eliciting memories of beloved ancestors. Some languish in antique stores, the previous owners anonymous and forgotten.
Objects exist for decades, centuries or even millennia. Their functions transform over time from utilitarian to symbolic, from direct use by their owners to a ritual, indirect use. Despite their inanimate existence they stipulate a sense of space and time with their tactile and visual sensations. I am attracted to their quiet, flexible but robust presence. Objects are loaded with their stories and functions as well as the trace of hands that have touched them.