Personal archeology

These are my fingertips ( porcelain casts of) extremely fragile. They look eroded because I made a slip with discarded porcelain . They barely formed the fingers or survived being pulled from the mould I made.

I don’t have training in sculpture I find my work often has this precarious quality.

The fingers or survived tips knew him and were the last part to touch him.

They are now detached relics. Discarded like fag butts or poetic witnesses to something past. A sudden rupture occurred and in the process these petrified finger tips were caught. They are slightly smaller than my own as porcelain shrinks which mirrors the feeling of being reduced to an abandoned child.

They remind me of offerings in folk lore, perhaps if I offered them I could conjure a new person .