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Return to Sender
10” x 12” x 3”
On display and available for purchase at Meetinghouse Gallery, Freeport, ME
What happens to letters never read, or objects set aside with meaning long forgotten? Return to Sender arranges fragments—of bone, bark, metal, and message—into a visual ledger of memory, absence, and the longing to be understood. Each compartment a sentence; the whole, a still-life epistle.
10” x 12” x 3”
On display and available for purchase at Meetinghouse Gallery, Freeport, ME
What happens to letters never read, or objects set aside with meaning long forgotten? Return to Sender arranges fragments—of bone, bark, metal, and message—into a visual ledger of memory, absence, and the longing to be understood. Each compartment a sentence; the whole, a still-life epistle.
10” x 12” x 3”
On display and available for purchase at Meetinghouse Gallery, Freeport, ME
What happens to letters never read, or objects set aside with meaning long forgotten? Return to Sender arranges fragments—of bone, bark, metal, and message—into a visual ledger of memory, absence, and the longing to be understood. Each compartment a sentence; the whole, a still-life epistle.
Materials List:
Vintage wooden type tray or printer's drawer
Postcard with postmark and address
Skeleton key
Vertebrae (animal bone) and mesh gauze
Driftwood, moss, lichen, pine cones
Shelf fungi (likely Trametes versicolor)
Gears, electrical parts, screws
Vintage thimble and magnifier lens
Shells and pebbles
Twigs and handmade wreath
Mounted in ornate gold frame
Return to Sender is a cabinet of forgotten intentions—an assemblage where objects whisper of correspondence never received, memories mailed and misfiled. A vintage postcard anchors the work, tucked beside a rusted key, vertebrae, seashell, thimble, dried moss, gears, and small relics of forest and machine. Each cubby contains a fragment of story, nature, or invention, carefully curated like a visual letter never sent. It’s a shrine to the overlooked, a poetic inquiry into what we hold, release, or leave behind.