Bubble Piece
“the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind." (Virginia Woolf, Orlando, 1928, p. 25)
// I never feel I have quite enough memories
Bubble Piece thinks about bubbles, memory and reflection. It is a personal work that knits together disparate memories all while I attempt to blow bubbles using my hands. I fail, I succeed and I remember.
