Insect Collector
Location: Homesession, Barcelona
Year: November 2022
Insect Collector is a multi-media installation using a sculpture constructed of pre-owned furniture, fabric, birdcage, resin, fiberglass, rope, and thread combined with a sediment mixture (part concrete, part soil).
Insect Collector is the beginning of a series of found object studies that look into the cross sections of the natural and the pedestrian. It excavates the creativity of femininity that exists through necessity. Women are creative by nature. Sewing is a creative act and a necessary one. Cooking is a creative act and a necessary one. Survival in the past has often depended on women being able to use their surroundings and what they have available to their benefit. Especially during eras when they were relegated to their homes. In some sense, I am continuing this tradition but in a new way, on autonomous terms, and as an ode to the overarching mother that watches over us all. Nature. I take these artifacts and reimagine them in manners that are as peculiar and absurd as the constructs during which they were invented. My aim is to extend and investigate the qualities of these materials. In turn, the residue of this project points to ideas of home, displacement, and a scattered identity.
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It felt somehow like
Scraping the side of my hand
On a smooth pebble beach
The water turned orange
The sky green
To a damp checkered blanket
Desoiled and adhesive
Angled by a hillside
In the new home no roots will be blocked
No stone unturned
No element unfit
4 fingers draw thick ovals that connect to the ground and sky
I've been saving
Every scrap of yellow
Every gauze unused
Every stain on cloth
And I want to place it fluidly
In every crevice
Of the rooms ill share
With women who stand in mud
Pressing between soul and toe
To stand firm
Rather than profound
Table to mouth
Arching a long spine
If my hands are soft enough, nimble pull-through
To the other
Both arms reach and draw a curvature
No rock is too heavy
For my home
I don't believe in a life that's not layered with love
That came before me