The newspaper, once a medium of mass communication and political power, is here stripped of its original function. It becomes a skin, wrinkled, delicate, sometimes wounded. In making these vessels, I explore how ideology can be absorbed into form, how information attaches to matter, and how the body can feel after loss.

  The wood inside them, the fragments of building material, are the remains of my childhood and at the same time the backbone of the vessels. These objects are not containers in the traditional sense. They hold no substance, but they carry history, contradiction, and vulnerability. They are beautiful and broken.