Emily Fong

Loss Tholos : for free range coping | suspended baby cabbage and heavy eggs | Emily Fong | DOK | 2019 Loss Tholos: for freerange coping (A womb room, a vessel for active grieving) You are invited to let go. To write a letter and toss it into this pot, this pit. Not for pity as I promise not to read it, but as a ritual for breathing out, then in. A sigh. An embrace. A return to the womb. Room. To walk away a little lighter and maybe I'll take a lighter to lift your loss letter into space. To make space for you, too.

Déjeuner dit vin sur poignée d'amour, 2017 (Embroidered and under wired goon-bags on garden hose, suspended above a box of full-bodied Australian Shiraz encased in a picnic box with love handles) Dimensions variable, contents edible.

Artist book about grief/ how to cast a banana. The poetry of process is celebrated in this book which illustrates the steps taken to cast a banana. I am delighted to discover that there are no boundaries between printmaking and casting objects.

In a skin Whitespace Gallery, QCA, Brisbane Australia. 2013-present. This ongoing sculpture/ installation project explores the physical and spiritual boundaries of skins. As humans, the thresholds and walls we construct around ourselves are perforated with layers of emotion and experience. This work seeks to invite the viewer to take a risk and step inside a skin that is not their own. The skins are intriguing from a distance suspended within a theatrical space, therefore respecting the agency of the individual to engage with the works on whatever level they feel comfortable/ uncomfortable with. The skins are all built upon the same skeletal base but are crafted from various dehydrated fruit skins and other re-purposed surfaces. Perforations and apertures are delicately timed to create emotional environments and abstract portraits of human encounters. The skins are multi-sensory. Lingering traces of the aroma of dried fruit is at once familiar but very strange. From within the skins, some senses are deprived, whilst others are heightened. I invite you to linger, In a Skin.

One day a severed tropical banana plant arrived in my studio in Scotland. So I learnt how to cast it. In pieces. I created new homes for the banana to be able to reproduce and transform itself. The journey of the banana has only just begun. 2015 - present