Sculpted from Ash, and stained Prussian blue, “Surf” is a swell frozen at the point of breaking. The handle rises and crests like a wave about to fold over. The horizontal movement of the grain pushes the water forward towards the shore.
Its subject is impermanence, a snapshot of that which lives for a mere moment. The form is captured in a handbag, a symbol of today’s disposable fast fashion. It emerges, becomes beautiful for a moment, crashes on the shore and then vanishes under the next wave. A cycle that repeats for every season, wave after wave after wave, each erasing the one before.
The piece puts the act in the wearer’s hand. On the underside of the lid is a footprint, the traces of what emerges from the cycle. It is the maker whose labor is never seen. It is the ecological footprint we leave on the world, the unseen cost to the environment. Finally, it is the self we wash away when the next season comes.
Closing the lid, the wearer becomes the wave. They wipe these marks away, just how the sea smoothens the sand.
