Ari Names

ART - BS

Tracing what’s in the room with me and not going away: a feeling in my body—in my spine. It is heavy forwards—a tension in my neck, a pulling weight. Chipping away, digging into, arranging, and investigating rather than resisting the subversiveness of grief—allowing. Plates, bound by both ceramic and industrial chain, document the transcriptions made through adjustments in pressure, cutting, and size of movements. A quiet grief accompanied every touch, impression, pull. Like the experience of grief within the body-mind, the body upholds the piece and its clunky, ungraceful plates in ways that are uncomfortable and heavy. Quiet weight and callous emerge from the material visible. @a.r.ie.lle