I seem to be making cubes lately. Boxes, or rather containers, have always been something I like and I have collected quite a few over the years so it shouldn’t surprise me that these small boxes are forming at the ends of my fingertips.
I’m interested in containment and what we put inside a box, what precious objects or secrets they might contain. Sometimes, what we hide away cannot be contained for long . . . maybe it grows and bursts forth, maybe the ownership becomes a burden that needs to be shared. How we decorate the container might give lie to the contents or it can be misleading. These are the thoughts that go through my head as I create and the box as a metaphor interests me.
They’re not all black and white . . . but then again, nothing much in this life is.