Mediated Objects Here, Chained and Melting
Wax enchained and breathing. The organic material shrinks from the metal. Heated wax cools and retreats.
Wilted violet, not much good for medicine.
I repeatedly dipped a violet in beeswax, wondering if it would somehow preserve the flower. Of course the violet has dried and almost disappeared, leaving the wax impression of its leaves and petals behind, sealed in the hardened wax. All that remains of it is the echo; the empty space, the hollow core.
Although the ruins of megalithic buildings have survived the millennia, archaeology often reveals only the traces of our distant ancestors. We find their broken bones and some of their artefacts, but sometimes only stains remain to show where a body once lay, even the bones being absorbed into the earth. Much of my art is about reviving and honouring the memory of our ancestors.
The violet is used for making love potions.