It is a stuck door latch jammed by rust, a cycle of self-perpetuating tragedy.
Grief is a container for a reason. It is there to restrain, to wear itself down.
Grief is vast and ungraspable. It is in every unfulfilled desire and unbearable feeling.
I exteriorize the shrouded interiority of grief in metaphorical terms through printmaking and sculpture. In my work, metaphors are frameworks, containers, repositories. The affordance of metaphors to simultaneously reveal and displace meaning mediates grief as a processing mechanism as well as a screen for self-protection.
Metaphors unfold as a physical and durational process in their materiality. They become tangible as I translate language into into something that is actual and felt—in the scent of roses, the rawness of red meat, the coarseness of sand, the scratchy residue of erased text.