Hatching an egg and nothing comes out. Representative of barrenness, isolation and imbalance, two shells provide an enclosed environment that is void. Exterior is left white and unprocessed as shaped by my hands, leaving imprints of the handmaking process. Capturing different degrees of viscosity, the surface texture differs between the two parts. Hard strokes hide a soft interior, devoid of any content. In contrast to the external appearance, the smooth interior is covered with black felt evoking a more tactile response suggestive of warmth and security.

The two halves are tied together with a thin string, barely strong enough to hold them in place. Recreating the feeling of being invited to peek into someone else’s private space, the slit allows viewer to look in where the soft black surface absorbs the light, eliminating all reflections. The tactile surface cannot be touched since slot is smaller than the size of a finger, thus the interior remains mysterious and inaccessible. Trying to slide your finger to touch inside will cause the thread to break and the two parts collapsing, destroying the piece. Through cracking, piece examines the relationship between creator and viewer, aspiring to convey the emptiness and sense of instability that defines artistic decisions behind making the work.