The core of many homes is no doubt the kitchen. It can be a compelling space, with its rhythmic flows and steady promise of satisfaction. On top of food preparations, guests, discussions, arguments and homework sessions, our kitchen also hosts my art practice, doubling as a studio.
Not surprisingly, art making and kitchen duties merge. Dried orange peels become the support for a set of etchings. Once printed, the segments are sewn into small objects and dipped in paraffin wax for preservation. The white pith is great for carving too. Kitchen towels become apron-like objects that comment on the position of those who carry out most kitchen chores. Over the stove, the wax basins are heated, and the assembled towels become immersed in yellowy beeswax that still smells of honey.
I throw in a slice of left-over toast, see what happens?