Web of Complexity
As an artist, arts educator and mother of two daughters, I continually open small doors. Doors can be understood as metaphors for insights into life, as they shed light on the personal, social and political issues that impact our everyday lives. As we navigate through these doors we find a continuous reconstruction of our own identities. The dialogue within the box, and its door, conjures associations concerning questions of history and healing. Gauze, from my grandmother’s tombstone, is soaked in beeswax. It covers the wool felt, which surrounds a vessel housing the fragments of body tissue.