The ability of products to continually reincarnate rubs off on us. As if like magic wands the notion these products instill seems to render us supernatural in our own eyes. Invigorating effect aside it corrodes the perspective of time both on the personal scale and in relation to the past. I feel that our perception of pace in its natural unfolding needs to be treasured for it’s not a particularly obvious, however irreplaceable component of human experience.
After many years of working in kiln-formed and stained glass I became tempted to combine these highly regarded, almost precious materials with their bastard cousin – that which resembles glass in appearance, but commands no respect at all, is disposed of in the most hushed manner, yet encompasses every facet of our everyday experience – clear plastic. The lifespan of a medieval glass window might be several hundred years while the lifespan of a plastic container lasts only as long as our convenience demands. I am interested in examining connections between disposable and indispensable, in seeing how those can become interchangeable, and how the materials we use and dispose reflect on our self-perception and reveal our vulnerability.