the man who climbed the mountain
after he came down, he turned, shielded his eyes against the snow’s reflection and saw that the mountain was still there.
​- erb iv

This porcelain collection is inspired by a allegory written by my late brother, ernie batiste iv.

In that poem I see the recognition of the task of summiting, alongside an acceptance that the challenge yet looms.

In making this work I’ve begun to sit with the mountains I thought had been climbed, on my own, as a community, as a country. I am trying to accept that they are all still there.
Everything but the figure is porcelain with a satin matte white glaze. Though mountains were not conquered, the effort was pure.