Now We Wait For the Flood, 2019
Now We Wait For the Flood, 2019, carpet, unfired porcelain, collected dust, dead mayfly, ceramic shard, burnt wood, rosemary, blood-stained cloth, nest of hair, fossil, fluorite, Ventra ticket, fired porcelain, sterling silver ring, lit candle, 32” x 32” x 8”
“And now we wait for the flood,
The basement flooded four times in eight years. The neighbor’s was six in nine. Each time was easier than the previous because the puddles grew larger, falling higher above the boxes and the outlets. More and more was purged, with little left behind. The carpet became cheap and ubiquitous like all the other neighbors’.
There are flood myths in almost every culture; ours just comes nearly every other year – very Midwestern I suppose. Spring arrives, the basement floods, and all our possessions are put out to the curb.”