The container is by definition and function a storage space for commercial goods being transported long distance, but ﬁguratively it is a repository of the ﬂotsam and jetsam of life. It is a visualization of memories, thoughts, feelings and actions during the course of our lives. It is larger than a full abundant life, and yet, small enough to hold fragile personal memories.
In the same manner as a container is designed to be ﬁlled and then emptied out and to be ﬁlled again; I aim to show many iterations of the container and the various ways in which it can be loaded with thoughts, feelings and memories and then the contents are accepted or rejected; processed; defended against and/or avoided.
It is perhaps the simplicity of the container’s form and function that makes it so accessible and versatile, capable of holding many different interpretations, that has attracted me to appropriate it.
Living and working in Vallauris amongst a largely immigrant community has evoked many feelings in me. I have wondered about where the inhabitants have come from; why they left their home country; when they left and how long they have been in Vallauris; how they traveled to France; what kind of life they left behind; and what kind of memories they have brought with them.
I have reflected on my own immigrant ancestry from Provence and the effect that it has had on my makeup and how I interact with the world.
The attacks in Paris and Beirut have made me think about issues of tolerance and respect over the ages. And have left me wondering what those containers should look like in 2016.
The saying “the more things change, the more they stay the same”, springs to mind. And confirms the use of the container as a metaphor.