I love how this piece changes and the drawing emerges and disappears, depending on angle and ambient light. The silver resist sometimes rises out of the background, like steam from the cup, and the spoon recedes or comes forward, a ghost-spoon.
This piece is like memory coming in and fading out of focus. Workers in a nazi-occupied village porcelain factory 1939-45. All of us in this global pandemic, silent and isolated from each other, connecting only through internet. Isolation invites introspection. I became interested in how the ground drawing can describe a state of being, in this series. Layers and textures representing thoughts and recollections, while the tea cools enough to sip.
