Perle exists as a tool to stamp feeling into my surroundings, to look closer at its contours and to capture a space in the unknown deposits of mourning where memory may be found again. 

I search the archives of objects and natures; maybe it will draw me closer to you?

I allow material forms to hug the subjects of my images. By situating them submerged, surrounded and held amongst water, dirt and flesh, I look to ways we exchange from, find solace and lose parts of ourselves in all else.

Existing as a catharsis for memory that can no longer stand firm, Perle forms a way to re- articulate grief into the image.

While grasping tightly to you, I wonder what occurs when shifts are undergone. What is torn away, and what could be filled into these lost spaces?

See below an excerpt from a poem titled ‘perle’. (Written 1100-1200 AC). Despite 1212 lines and numerous interpretations, its author remains unknown. The discovery of this text marked the beginnings of this project - my very own perle.

Splendid depths

banks pleasing, swirling

 Bottom; stood; staring

Flashes through glass, glinted

Pebble, pool, fixed, continual flows

Brimful watery stirs

Mourned, grieved, me alone

Concealed; glittered away

Pleasure

Land untroubled sorrow; heartache

Pleasant water

Shining.