These ceramic shards form part of a large collection of things found and kept on the family farm. In an act of recycling these crocks have been thrown back to an earth from which they were once hewn. A metaphor that, perhaps, could be extended to consider life itself? Hence the title Instar – chosen as it’s the developmental phase in an insect’s life when it casts a skin to transform into something new.
I like the idea of not only fragments of fired earth being worked back into the ground, but also fragments of images of rural idylls being worked in too. It sets up a tension between imagined rural representations and actual experience.