Genevieve Elliott

In aesthetics, the sublime is the quality of greatness.
A quality that can be experienced through tangible and intangible ways of seeing, feeling or believing but is unable to be measured or imitated.
This thing emanates a somewhat indescribable aura but to which you find yourself drawn, there is a tactility, be it a lustre, a softness or some kind of pleasure.
A collection of rather strange things is interesting, for what does one consider to be treasure, she answers me “They are rare”, I look down.
The ring tab from a can with a pink sticker, the shoe laces removed from all the shoes at the front door, an unopened letter perforated with the hole punch lying beside it, my father's hanky.
Seemingly unspecial, but imbued with intangible memories and traces of physical touch, the beauty that characterises these magical objects is crooked, rustic and irregular - determined by traces of use and imperfection.