What Happens When I Die?
Glazed stoneware 5″(H) x 6″(W) x 6″(D)
I have a clear memory of being 7 years old. I was reaching to pick up a marble that had fallen. There was a shaft of sunlight. At that moment, mortal fear entered me, and the knowledge of life and death. I touched eternity. I made this because something so transformative had happened in such a mundane moment.
Video Short by Sarah Katz
NYSWA: Sarah Katz