Orange light taste of maple dust is a reflection of my childhood. Recreating a space of sentimentality, specifically my dad’s woodshop. Visiting my dad in the afternoon, with the autumn light and the smell of his art, I brought this experience to the viewer. Sprinkled on the floor were maple wood chips, and the shadow cast is meant to be as much a part of the piece as the sculpture itself.

wood, light / march 2024