Opalescent blue green bottles form the heart and soul of this new body of work. Dug from the banks of the Merrimac River and other metro Boston waterways by a scuba-diving urban archaeologist and then purged from a basement housing the collection, I have breathed new life into these twice resurrected vessels. Obsessively whittled wooden forms, enigmatic and evocative, replace the original Victorian elixirs. I have suspended the bottles on pegged and jointed contraptions suggestive of a 1950’s basement workshop merging with a medieval alchemist’s laboratory hinting at an unknowable but distinct purpose. These interventions stretch the definition of function and celebrate the quirkiness of the individual.
