Meet

Rana Huwait!

My studio practice is very concept-driven, and in order to make sense of what I'm inspired by, I always start with writing. Getting out of my head and into my hands, meaning making, connecting ideas into a larger body of work---it all stems from writing for me. My day-to-day at the studio (and really my entire practice) is a web of tiny repetitive tasks that come together to make a larger whole. There is devotion in this repetition to me, which informs the ethos behind my sculptural work, but on a completely normal level is very calming to me. My favorite days at the studio are my "assembly line" days, when I have a single task or process to do and I can get into the zone and just make.

My work stems from my desire to memorialize the everyday moments that make a life, from family recipes, to drawings on the sidewalk in chalk, to words spoken by someone I love, and most recently, old crochet charts. My latest project has been silkscreening open access filet crochet charts onto functional wares, bringing something timeless into a new dimension on clay that is used and touched every day. Fiber art is fascinating to me because it's so ephemeral. It doesn't last archaeologically the way stone or clay does, but people have been making the same things since time began: clothing to keep their loved ones warm, tapestries with images of holy things, of little creatures and written records of silly conversations they had. People have been the same forever, and this is magical to me.

My work stems from my desire to memorialize the everyday moments that make a life, from family recipes, to drawings on the sidewalk in chalk, to words spoken by someone I love, and most recently, old crochet charts. My latest project has been silkscreening open access filet crochet charts onto functional wares, bringing something timeless into a new dimension on clay that is used and touched every day. Fiber art is fascinating to me because it's so ephemeral. It doesn't last archaeologically the way stone or clay does, but people have been making the same things since time began: clothing to keep their loved ones warm, tapestries with images of holy things, of little creatures and written records of silly conversations they had. People have been the same forever, and this is magical to me.