Eolianite Book
Dry point Intaglio, Bembo 14.5 metal type on 11 x 7’’, Edition of 4
In this work I focus on the historicity of the rocks and how they relate to a being. I wanted to have a conversation with the poem Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name by Edmund Spencer and how even if the name of a loved one disappears through the sand you are still able to immortalize that person. Through either remembering the person or in this metaphor, through the sand as way of having that person alive with you. For me this book was my way of eulogizing my grandma being ‘Migdalia’ and her favorite activity was collecting seashells. The fading away of the letters is also a way of mimicking the sand getting washed away with the waves just like losing a loved one.