Jacqueline Saepoff
Artist Statement
I ask a lot of questions in my work. I ask why I exist. I ask why I am different from clay. I ask why I have to leave the studio and go cook myself food and sleep and cry, when the clay does not have to do any of those things. I ask why I can’t be more like the clay. I ask why I can’t be a particle of stone. I ask why I can’t just sit and be moved by someone else. I ask why I need to be the one to move. I ask why I need to be the one to speak and cry and feel things. Maybe I am not needed. Maybe I don’t need to do any of these things. Maybe I can be a particle of stone. Maybe I can just sit and be, be touched and be moved, be held and stretched and marked and changed and loved, appreciated for my unalterable and slow decay.
I seek the universal truths that bind the universe together at a micro scale and apply them at a macro scale. I press into the clay until there is an almost imperceptible amount of separation between my fingers, until my movement is right in the center of its very being, a moment of connection, a gesture of knowing and influencing the other at its core. I create an intimate relationship with my material such that I am not separate from it. If I can forget where my skin ends and the clay begins, maybe I can forget that I am not clay.
My pieces are the transcript of a conversation between myself and the material. Every pinch, pull, pressure, puncture, and pause. Every moment of exhale and expression. Every gesture and justification. There is space for wonder and whimsy as well as work and worship. The initiation of asking and the journey of discovering. There is struggle and sacrifice, as well as survival and serenity. An ineffective screaming in an omniscient silence.