This evolving sculptural work emerges from recovered marine line, sea-tumbled and woven with my Aunt Terry’s yellow baby yarn, entangling care, loss, and inheritance. Rooted in the Atlantic as a water grave, it imagines what might form if those taken by the ocean did not vanish, but transformed, absorbed into marine systems, reshaped by pressure, time, and survival.
Built from hurricane-recovered debris, hair, shells, and industrial fragments, the work treats mutation as a strategy rather than a wound. It is not a fixed memorial, but a living anatomy in progress, an offering that shifts as memory settles, asking the ocean to be read not only as a site of rupture, but as an active, generative archive.
