Lydia Carter
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“Sight says too many things at one time. Being does not
see itself…One is never sure of finding it, or of finding
it solid, when one approaches the centre of being.”
The breath is the movement of an invisible element from inside
to outside. The sigh allows a pause, a change, a moment to linger
on a single intake before the forceful expulsion of the feeling
which caused it. You as the viewer exhale with the piece: You survey
the movement from expansion to deflation and linger here while
your body sympathizes with the feeling which caused it. It is everything
and nothing; a juxtaposition of a hole and a whole.
The piece is a feeling. It is that moment of complete limpness,
when your body is empty. It is a wordless cry. A moment for your
mind to be free of everything, save the need to expel it.
The porcelain shapes act as particles which are impressed into
each other, becoming smaller and less concentrated as they dissipate.
These are fragile, delicate forms, fashioned with a different feeling
to evoke, a distinct emotion to emit. The sand merely implies
a shadow of its intended path as the initial shape has dispersed
and deflated so much that it is part of the atmosphere and no longer
has an identifiable origin. |