Shrines

I think about shrines a lot. I restored a few, I wrote papers about them when I was at the university. I once thought about them as a reminder of guilt, particularly women's guilt. Over the years I learned to look at them in a different way. When I was living in Spain I made a series of small shrines and hung them on the walls of a gallery in Barcelona. I invited the visitors to place a loving object or something they were carrying in the shrines for a little while. There was a lipstick in one, a love note on another, key chains, a glass of wine...

It was really interesting to see how my shrines became somebody else's shrines the moment these personal objects were places in them. Also, I love the idea of shrines being portable, maybe because I moved so much. To me it's comforting to know you'll always have a little familiar corner to pay homage to something or to concentrate your intentions on, even though they might not be necessary, I think they embelish our ceremonies. They frame our intentions, and that can be beautiful.