Castings of my hands and feet using handmade mulberry paper. I guided the paper across my wrists and ankles, fingers and toes, the water chilling my flesh as I waited for flat sheets to dry into form.
I walked around the paper studio in these casts, helping with large paper pours, drying my own sheets after pressing. The ash on my soles record this time.
The sheets that were removed too soon, still damp, collapse and open.
The cast paper unable to fully form speaks to my transitional identity, elusive grasp on my roots, and fragile relationship between my work and physical body.
