These are the things that hold me here (a house, a vessel, a shell, a ring)



A wire piece I made years ago.
This formed part of my Masters folio.
The title for this work:
These are the things that hold me here ( a house, a vessel, a shell, a ring)

Not only our memories, but the things we have forgotten are "housed". Our soul is an abode. And by remembering "houses" and "rooms", we learn to "abide" within ourselves.
                                                                                                 Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics Of Space