Fragmentation

I have cast small parts of things I have gathered. They are a little like a magpies selection of attractive parts that hold significance to me. Included are a Greek antique votive of a girl, an antique poison bottle, the swallow, faces of a Cupid, an old man , a queen, beading .

As a child I would pick endlessly through a draw of bits and bobs. I remember how the heavy draw slid open setting off the brass handles. To me it was full of treasures.

perhaps I am gathering symbolic parts of self that have been forgotten about , lost or missed . Bringing them together like members of a choir. I wanted them to feel precious and covetable . They offer a field of comfort. Similarly everything feels lost on the death of my parents. Their ashes scattered. Could I assemble each part of ash to remake a body.
This is like an offering , it’s a ritual of finding something making it sacred and laying it out. It’s un graspable, shifting and broken.