white cubes
In March of 2020 I had the impulse to begin casting white plaster cubes. They served as counters to The Black Cube, as tethers in the world. I was obsessed with deciphering the omen of The Black Cube. Who was Santa? How did he earn eternal omniscience? I carved an impression of Santa's face and beard into one cube. I decapitated a plastic Santa and buried his head in the other cube. The carving was in the trailer when it flooded that summer. It naturally spit into three sections and I buried them in three parts around the trailer-- a trinity-- lapsing in and out of grief.
I cast a third and final cube which contains nothing. Of the cubes below, I forget which one contains the Santa head. This was one of my original goals for this project. Now I use them as coffee tables. They are the result of an exploration so precious, they're inextricable from day-to-day life.
I cast a third and final cube which contains nothing. Of the cubes below, I forget which one contains the Santa head. This was one of my original goals for this project. Now I use them as coffee tables. They are the result of an exploration so precious, they're inextricable from day-to-day life.
