Studio Sweet

2020

Before I brought them back to Chicago, a selection of Grandma’s dishes lived in my studio. I could not keep from staring at them, touching them, rearranging them. 

Passed down to me by the Reed family matriarch, I unwittingly positioned the dishes as an altar and an offering. Devoted to— and comprised of— their surroundings, the ceramic scenes honored our studio environment. 

Scrap wood panels, batches of homemade shortbread, and packaged cookies naturally joined the arrangement. Warm-toned objects I revered and inadvertently collected, prematurely abandoned in favor of sheltering in place across from a former tuberculosis sanitarium.