Square Peg (in a round hole), i
Board, plexi, ceramic, paper, masking tape, cone shell, mother of pearl shell.
42"W x 47"H

Unable to classify the feelings the sight of two perfectly punched nacre shells brings, I begin to explore my ever-changing feelings of belonging.

Initially, in playing with these shapes I continue to bring subtle elements of geography, whereby some shapes lend and some resist, some are fragile structures, some like the clay, gather impressions; like memories which I seek to preserve. And as I reconsider, I can move my thoughts around.