#fluidityoflife

[fluidityoflife]

You were made of stardust, and fire flies and the warm fuzzy feeling of truly being loved. And I was a glass shard, torn at the seams, broken hearted kind of mess. And for a minute, when you held my hand, I felt like I could maybe be more than just another excuse to run away. But I wasn't meant to be kept close or safe, and you were the warmest place I could wish to be. And so what were we supposed to do? I know I ran but so did you.

k.a.

[jodesadonley]

#WEEK1 [STARTING POINT] A story of the past. The longing it emit from something personal live endless…

 “My mother’s milk, (2017)” is my chosen work which informs my starting point for my art making journey this semester.  The materials involve in this work are ceramic egg shaped jar, burntrice, silicone nipples, steel frame, hot water and metal basin.   

Remembering the time when my mother would burn rice and strain it to make a drink as a substitute for milk.

The brown colour glaze symbolise my ethnicity and my connection to earth.

The process of straining is like trying to filter a certain memory in which something may be sorted and separated.

Sometimes we can look back to our past to understand the present and move forward into a better future.