I have long been interested in the manifold properties of human hair; it’s a surprisingly sturdy textile, akin to rope, and there’s a compelling metaphor somewhere in the weak, individual strands being imbued with strength when fashioned into a braid. On the topical funereal tip, I maintain a morbid childhood fascination with the urban legend imagery of hair continuing to grow postmortem: a skeleton cocooned in its own rotting hair. Ahem.
This piece, made of synthetic hair combed into my own, was modeled with an oblique practicality, and replication, in mind. In theory the urn would be made entirely of the hair of the deceased, and the actual cremains would be encased in a pouch made out of a fabric idiosyncratic to them; in this case, a favorite shirt sleeve. In this way, the urn is made entirely of the deceased’s belongings.
The cork is a small scale bun secured with bobby pins, which turned out to be funny to me as I fastened it on: "Your last hair do".
Its named, “Crown (bloom is wasted in the ground)”, and I made it for my Mom.
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