A little maquette of copper and silver dust.
It feels somewhat scaleless in these pictures and as I constructed and soldered on the walls it did feel very familiar. It felt like architecture, spatial, volume defined, created and delineated.
I'm testing shape and proportion and thickness. I'm testing the aperture. It's not there yet. A receptacle for slices and chunks of labradorite stone.
There will be a series of these 'buildings', they will tessellate and relate to one another and tell a story that I construct in my head as I sketch and draw firstly on paper, then on copper and finally on silver.
The narrative is rooted in the Eskimo story that explains how the Northern Lights came into being. I've written about this before in this post.
"There is an Eskimo legend which is woven around the mercurial properties of labradorite. They say that the Northern Lights were once held captive in the rocks along the coast of Labrador. The story goes that an Eskimo warrior found the rocks. Using all his strength he struck the rocks with his spear. Some of the light was set free to flicker and roam in the stratosphere but some of the light remained trapped creating the stone we call labradorite."