Sconces

These three objects depicted come from a family craft activity, something homemade or assembled. My grandmother made one of these with her daughter, my mother. My memory has it they collaborated on it. As I grew up, it hung in the bathroom and I photographed it in its last home, where it sold in an estate sale after my last parent died. The sconces hold a reverent quality, the way someone would be remembered and honored. Despite the perversity of the synthetic material, the objects photographed are as real as you and I. They likely come from deep rooted impressions of loss and longing, drizzled with love and a respect for kitsch and metaphor. They give pleasure and introspection, and the balance or mixture is really up to the viewer to choose.