This sculpture was a gift for a good friend and wonderful person who cared for his mother through a long illness.
He dried and sent me flowers from her funeral. During the second firing, I brought the dried flowers into contact with the white-hot piece. The flowers burnt away, leaving white traces on the piece. The black areas are the smoke absorbed by the piece.
At death, life ends.
But we'll never know all the traces our lives leave behind.
All artists' work inevitably bears traces of the making process. By choosing to work with smoke, fire and gathered organic materials, in these pieces there is an intentionality in the incidental.