A viscous substance on your fingers leaves marks. It feeds you, it dirties you, it nourishes you, it
sickens you, it creates, it destroys, it resists to stay in place.
It’s soft to the touch, it’s malleable, it’s sticky, it flows, it drips, it pulls strings, it hardens,
A seed, sowed by hand, creates life. It roots and it grows, it blossoms and it’s reaped. It’s
transformed, it’s conserved, it’s consumed and it rots.
A seed, stuck to your shoe, creates life in a different place. It roots and it grows, it blossoms and
These last few turbulent months have been a time for self-reflection and I am using this show to
reflect on my work over the last years.
I have been living between Vienna, Los Angeles, and Montana for the past six years, which has
molded my artistic practice. My studio is often times packed away in a big red suitcase, laid out
on the living room floor as needed. I have found that molding and casting is a way to
produce sculptures that have volume, but don’t take up a lot of space. Many of my objects can
fit into the palm of your hand, can be folded into an envelope, or washed away when no longer
When I don’t have the space to set up a studio, my studio becomes the kitchen, which has led
me to discover many parallels between cooking and sculpture. Sculpture is, for me, a poetic
vocabulary of materials and ingredients, just like in cooking.
You work with a pantry and all the ingredients have their distinct origins and meanings, which
you combine to say something new. Viscous materials bind everything together; their physical
states change while you are working, melting together into something for consumption.
Just like cooking, sculpture is inherently manual labor. The hands and fingers that work the
ingredients leave their marks. In Korean, the word “Son-Mat” describes “hand taste,” the living
yeast and bacteria that lives on the cook’s hands, making each dish uniquely specific to the
person who prepared it. The same could be said about the production of objects.
Many of my objects need care. They are fragile and become brittle. They need to be protected
A cast-iron pan lasts forever; an object made to be passed down for generations. Its beauty
depends on the appropriate care and the juices of the dishes cooked inside it. Its seasoned
surface tells a story of the evolution of dishes and cultures.
Cooking is the root of culture. We grow from it and it grew from us. It grew into a mirror of
culture throughout the history of human societies, which have melted together over time.