1000 hand-formed nails (white stoneware, unglazed fired to cone 6), plywood, hammer
Recently, my ceramic work has found me making multiples; I’ll be seized by a form and desire to make it over and over again. In the summer of 2021, as I pondered how a person establishes themselves in a new city during a pandemic, I found myself making nails. Hundreds and hundreds of nails. As my hands worked, I thought about the connections we build with people as we try to form new communities around ourselves, the tentative offers of friendship which sometimes solidify and sometimes break. I considered the strength and vulnerability it takes to build new connections with people, and to hold old connections secure. As my pile of nails grew, I began feeling my own sense of community in Ottawa growing. Since beginning this project, I’ve invited people to make nails with me and have used our creations to build a structure. It’s small and rustic, and we broke some nails during construction, but we are building.