Last week I was fortunate to be able to install a new piece in Loveland, CO, as part of a show called Love and Light. I’ve been working on this piece for the past few months. I’m pretty happy with it… I’ll attach the statement below, as well as some pictures. Sweet Cereal Days is up until March 23rd, 2013. Let me know what you think!
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. My childhood seemed to revolve around these three specific days. Why? Simple. They were the only days of the week my two older sisters and I were allowed to eat sweet cereal. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, we could each eat two bowls of any cereal in the cupboard. Froot Loops, Count Chocula, Lucky Charms, Cap’n Crunch, Cookie Crisp… I have specific memories tied to each of these cereals.
Froot Loops was a last-resort sweet cereal. I ate it only if it was the only kind left. Cap’n Crunch was good, but it was a one-bowl cereal (the second bowl), because it cut up the roof of my mouth and gave the milk a waxy sheen, which even to a seven-year-old seemed a bit unnatural. Count Chocula was for special occasions. Our parents only bought it once or twice a year, and when they did, it rarely lasted longer than one morning. The box was smaller than other cereals’ boxes, and there wasn’t much more than six bowls of it in there. Lucky Charms was one of my favorites. Sometimes I would pick out all the marshmallows and save them til the end. I usually ran out of patience mid-way through. My sister Sara was better at that task than I was.
Cookie Crisp was a cereal we could only find at our Grandma’s house, where sweet cereal rules didn’t apply. I distinctly remember waking up and racing down the stairs to her pantry. It had a dark wood door. The anticipation surrounding that door was almost as great as Christmas morning. On the days the white Cookie Crisp box greeted me it was as though my life was complete.
It’s been obvious to me as I work on this piece that thinking about the sweet cereal days of my life brings back a potent rush of nostalgia. It is that sense of nostalgia that I hope to encompass here. The imagery is taken from the shadows cast by the sun as it moved across my studio floor. I traced them over the course of one week: on a Saturday, Tuesday, and a Thursday. I began at 12:35PM each day and outlined the pattern every three minutes, seven times total each day.
In this way, I have essentially traced the passage of time. By translating these patterns into fragile, translucent porcelain, it is my hope that this installation creates a concrete memory for my viewers, a memory that gives a fleeting glance back into a sweeter time of their own lives.