Charaka has been so deeply affected and moved by the work of constellations in her own life, that it has greatly inspired her practice as a ceramicist and mixed media artist. These pieces were created with a passion to share the healing of this work with as many people as possible through public exhibitions.
Each delicately porcelain-dipped string ball represents the soul energy of a family member. Each ball is an entangled mass, looking very similar to the rest, but of course each one is entirely different. Each fragile structure is reflective of the human persona, some appear well rounded and robust, some appear a little broken or crushed.
The ancestors of the family float above and are a resource for us to call upon. They also remain there as an influence, with the past occurrences in their lives having significant reflections on the lives we lead.
The intention was to highlight how important the individual is, and yet how small ones life is within the whole of existence. The rocks and sand are made over generations of time. These elements appear lifeless, like the people in our family that have gone before us, however they are solid, and a constant presence.
The ocean, just as living people do, moves with life on its journey to the shore, where one day it gradually subsides on the shore amongst its ancestors, the sand and the rocks.
The ocean and the shore are intricately woven together, like a persons’ life, and their ancestors.
A piece inspired by Bert Hellinger’s Family Constellations work, which reveals the effect that past secrets have on current and future generations.
In this work we learn that everything that is suppressed in the family does not simply dissolve into thin air, but rather floats around the family system. In consequence, the newer family members, namely the children, feel this energy and live it out.
Wrapped ceramic parcels are displayed as cakes, as a metaphor for the family secrets that we are asked to ‘swallow’ in order to remain members of that particular family. They are clearly inedible, just as family secrets- wrapped up parcels that can never be digested.
Discovered in a small brown suitcase in a junk shop, a mysterious collection of family photographs, notes, letters and fragments of an ancient book, were printed and stitched onto the walls of a tiny room and all its furnishings. The walls are full of secrets, in the metaphor that the family secrets remain embedded in the foundations and structure of the family unit. As long as they remain hidden they powerfully stay with the subsequent generations, often causing chaos.