This project began for me as a piece about anonymity, helplessness, and depression. I wanted to say something about pharmaceutical companies, the ubiquity of medicine bottles, how they all seem the same, despite their varying contents and the very individual ways in which they impact those who depend on them. I intended to emphasize the absence of human empathy in the medical world and the pharmaceutical companies with a series of mold-made porcelain bottles. The mold-making process seemed perfectly suited to my intention. I planned on making as many as I could—and to glaze them with a color called toilet bowl white. I thought I would amass them in a corner somewhere, letting them spill across the floor.

But things changed during the making. The molds were imperfect, and produced imperfect bottles. Somehow, this seemed to make sense for me. I longed to make something closer to what I really felt, and I needed the process to reflect my feelings. I completely changed my mind about the direction of the work, and began to model each bottle individually. As the work transformed into something closer to what felt right to me, I began to feel different, better. Or…maybe it was the other way around.

Now, instead of conceptualizing the empty, removed manufacturers of pharmaceuticals, the work reflects the unique, discrete individuals who, for whatever reason, need to take their medicine.