“In my works, everyday objects stand as silent observers of family domestics… The view most frequently around the dining room table… Place of routine, connection, fighting, work and play. And often from the angle of the table itself.
What the dining table saw… light trespassing, spilling into a scene. Silent observers of the daily drama and the mystery in the mundane.
What secrets do they hold? What views are stored and redefined in their blurred reflections? What horrors would they speak of?
We put on our best show, but behind the scenes the still life tells a story. When we feel the pressure to find success (so paramount in this fickle world). We feel the need to achieve more, lead more beautiful lives, compare with our peers, to stand for something. Can we even allow ourselves to just life in simplicity? To come back to the table… look into the glass… notice the commonplace…
It´s all about perception, context. Nothing in a scene is in isolation.
Dreams, potential, wisdom, talent sunk… into domesticity. Why do we seek greatness, have we lost the art of the ordinary? Life in its simplicity, caught up in the process. The everyday, the ordinary. Does this define us?
Partners fighting over chores, seeing no value…
The struggle to balance health, family, career, finances, passions, talents, intellect, spirituality, image. The dining table sees the cost of our striving. On our family domestics. The wear and tear of our home. The struggle of making our lives memorable, not trusting that by simply existing and being connected, we are already etched in memories… not sure if finding balance (or not!). Confusion, discord, Scrambling to settle, spread thin seeking for place and purpose. Am I enough? What is my role? What should I land on today?
Am I ok?”