Sara’s poem centers around her struggles with fertility. Since the poem is about a personal struggle, and one that is often overlooked or misunderstood, I wanted to make a small, somewhat quiet visual statement, one that required close inspection and a little time to interact with. The words of the poem streamed out of a bright red egg and wove around a pure white birch. I installed it in the early morning on an unseasonably warm day. When I returned in the afternoon, a group of mothers were gathered around it inspecting it curiously, their backs turned to their children playing in the fountain.
Egg, paint, vellum, and thread, 2014.