Project Description
The Wall Of Sorts
In A Wall of Sorts, I reflect on the invisible architectures we construct throughout our lives. Inspired by the poem Brick by Brick, the project
considers how memory, attachment, loss, and lived experience accumulate slowly over time, becoming part of an internal wall we carry
within ourselves. Each “brick” holds emotional residue — traces of relationships, places, grief, resilience, and love.
Working with cast glass, I am interested in the paradoxes held within the material itself — fragility and strength, transparency and weight, presence and disappearance. Glass carries light while simultaneously exposing vulnerability. It becomes a metaphor for emotional states that are difficult to contain yet impossible to erase.
The sculptures resemble fragments of walls, unstable constructions, or suspended moments of collapse. Reinforced forms, broken bricks, and
exposed supports speak about the fragile systems upon which human relationships and identities depend. Some structures remain standing;
others fracture, collapse, or survive only through repair.
Rather than illustrating memory as narrative, I attempt to materialise
it as structure — something accumulated over time, carried internally, and continuously reshaped by absence and survival. Between solidity and fracture, the works exist as traces of what remains.

BRICK BY BRICK
Brick by brick, we build our lives – a wall of sorts,
it’s who we are over time.
Each brick has names, dates, places,
some still hold our dreams,
some have our tears stained upon their surface,
some hold our pride,
some extoll the love we’ve known inside.
The base of our walls is strong, when we begin our lives –
brick by brick as we begin to build that wall inside.
One needs to be careful,
“don’t build your wall too high,
don’t stop seeing through to the other side”,
“I say to myself as I look up on high”.
When I look down,
I see bricks have fallen,
they have become rubble upon and along the side.
As I sweep that rubble –
I think to myself inside
“I want my wall to be beautiful,
When viewed, when seen
I don’t want to hide –
all that I have inside
Author unknown
The Wall Of Sorts
In A Wall of Sorts, I reflect on the invisible architectures we construct throughout our lives. Inspired by the poem Brick by Brick, the project
considers how memory, attachment, loss, and lived experience accumulate slowly over time, becoming part of an internal wall we carry
within ourselves. Each “brick” holds emotional residue — traces of relationships, places, grief, resilience, and love.
Working with cast glass, I am interested in the paradoxes held within the material itself — fragility and strength, transparency and weight, presence and disappearance. Glass carries light while simultaneously exposing vulnerability. It becomes a metaphor for emotional states that are difficult to contain yet impossible to erase.
The sculptures resemble fragments of walls, unstable constructions, or suspended moments of collapse. Reinforced forms, broken bricks, and
exposed supports speak about the fragile systems upon which human relationships and identities depend. Some structures remain standing;
others fracture, collapse, or survive only through repair.
Rather than illustrating memory as narrative, I attempt to materialise
it as structure — something accumulated over time, carried internally, and continuously reshaped by absence and survival. Between solidity and fracture, the works exist as traces of what remains.

BRICK BY BRICK
Brick by brick, we build our lives – a wall of sorts,
it’s who we are over time.
Each brick has names, dates, places,
some still hold our dreams,
some have our tears stained upon their surface,
some hold our pride,
some extoll the love we’ve known inside.
The base of our walls is strong, when we begin our lives –
brick by brick as we begin to build that wall inside.
One needs to be careful,
“don’t build your wall too high,
don’t stop seeing through to the other side”,
“I say to myself as I look up on high”.
When I look down,
I see bricks have fallen,
they have become rubble upon and along the side.
As I sweep that rubble –
I think to myself inside
“I want my wall to be beautiful,
When viewed, when seen
I don’t want to hide –
all that I have inside
Author unknown
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