lorem ipsum is the placeholder text used by designers as a stand-in for content that has not yet been written — Latin scrambled into nonsense, made to occupy the visual position of language without carrying its meaning. The sculpture borrows the same logic. Two human torsos in hand-applied cement, each truncated below the shoulders and at mid-thigh, stand side by side on a low cement-covered pedestal. A tree branch, irregular and barked, rests across their tops, joining the two figures. The bodies are headless, armless, anonymous; they could be any two bodies. The branch is what connects them — found wood, organic, irregular, the kind of beam a yoke might be made from in the absence of one made by hand.
The work is about the fluff that fills and wraps the story structures of our lives, at each step, at each level — from being born to falling in love, to finding a passion, getting ill, and passing on. It is about everything and anything that is in between these common pylons of our existence — everything and anything important and insignificant at the same time. The two figures are placements. The story stays the same; what changes are the bodies that occupy the placements. The yoke that joins them — the branch, the connection, the obligation, the inheritance — comes around again with each renewal.