The box I found is just a box – it became a tool box when someone decided to store tools in it.
My project is nothing to do with the tools but the space they take up.
After death objects take on more significance.
Everyone has a box or drawer and each one contains space.
I cast the space that you cannot touch – and now you can. My final piece is an alternative record and it interests me.
Rachel Whiteread’s sculptures solidify space. Casting directly from known, familiar objects, the artist makes manifest the space in, under, on or between things. Her casts hold and occupy space, central to her work is that the materiality is also an index of absence. In the casting process the original, the recognisable object which the work seems to be ‘about’ is lost. What is left is a resude or reminder, a space of oscillation between presence and absence.
Rachel Whiteread – Shedding Life
The only piece of furniture, among all that he possessed, for which Carre-Benoit felt real affection was his solid oak filing cabinet, which he contemplated with satisfaction whenever he passed in front of it. Here, at least, was something that was reliable, that could be counted on. You saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching. Its proportions were what they should be, everything about it has been designed and calculated by a meticulous mind for purposes of utility.
The Poetics of Space