"One Hundred Little Pieces" (2012) Photograph, Alabaster urn (Egypt, ca. 1940s). One of a pair. H: 5-1/2" W: 3-1/2"
Migration of Objects
January 12 - April 7, 2012
Opening reception: Thursday, January 12, 7-9pm
Proteus Gowanus
543 Union Street (at Nevins)
Brooklyn, NY 11215
http://proteusgowanus.org
718.243.1572
Gallery Hours
Thursday & Friday, 3–6 pm
Saturday & Sunday, 12–6 pm
Before Christmas, I received the following invitation from Proteus Gowanus:
Proteus Gowanus would like to invite you to consider submitting an item for our upcoming exhibition, the Migration of Objects opening in mid-January, 2012. Since September, the gallery has been engaging in an exploration of Migration. Art, artifacts and books have been collected that have focused on people and creatures, the mobile inhabitants of the planet. Now, for its second Migration exhibition, we wish to acknowledge the things that drive us onward in our migrations; the materials, tools, products, waste--the expressions of our culture or simply its substrate.
Do you have an object with a migratory story? These stories may intersect with your own or it may be a story of the object’s own history, a story that may have begun before the object’s encounter with you and that will likely continue long after you part. We are especially interested in these latter aspects of the objects’ stories. These stories may migrate into the economic, the industrial, the political, the historical, the geologic, the environmental and so on....
My object' is an alabaster urn from Egypt. Here is its migratory story:
"One Hundred Little Pieces" (2012) Photograph, Alabaster urn (Egypt, ca. 1940s). One of a pair. H: 5-1/2" W: 3-1/2"
In the house where I grew up there was a pair of alabaster urns. They sat on a bookshelf along with other mementos from my parents' travels. Both urns had been badly broken and glued back together....They belonged to my mother, Hoda (née Abushady), who was born and raised in Alexandria, Egypt, and they came with her to New York on the SS Vulcania in April 1946, the first ship to sail from Egypt after WWII. Ten years later, Hoda met and married my father, and they traveled to Panama and Puerto Rico together. The urns traveled with them, packed in a rug. My father broke the urns one day when, unthinkingly, he snapped open the rug and they fell, smashing into 100 little pieces. He and my mother painstakingly glued them back together....I first heard this story right after my mother died. My aunt came and recounted it at the memorial service. She was only fourteen when my parents got married, and she said their gluing the urns back together instilled in her a love for little things....The next day, I searched my parents' house and found the urns. They were covered with dust and filled with pennies. I cleaned them off and got rid of the pennies, and brought them home to Brooklyn. Pale, with spidery veins of dull yellow cement, they now sit on our mantlepiece with some other things, where they catch the midday sun.
