21/09/2025
It’s been two months since the graduation show and I’ve been taking some time to reflect:
I was and still am so moved by how many objects were added after the first day. By the end, more than fifty (first 2 slides) had found their way to the collective altar, all intertwined and connected with each other through grief. (Last slide = how it started!)
Even though loss can feel so isolating,
seeing these pieces gathered together
brought a deep sense of community, of not being alone in it. Each object carrying a story.
For me, the process of hand-tufting the carpet already felt like a ritual. The slow, repetitive movements gave me space to turn inward, to sit with my grief and reflect. In the same way, shaping clay gave visitors a moment of pause,
a chance to translate what they carry inside.
