Drawing from my fascination with birds and their construction of nests, my plasters are a collection of objects mapping my maternal migration from Ireland to Jamaica to the United States.
Each site-specific plaster object is made from foraged plant material and explores notions of home and the act of making a home.
The plasters erode.
The plants decompose.
Nothing ever quite returning back home.
Some plasters were made with callaloo seeds that found their way to Governors Island.
A few were shaped with seaweed from Ireland’s shores.
Others were molded into pots to hold exotic tropical alocasias at Wave Hill.
