Hollow Color began with a strange question: what would Easter look like from the perspective of the eggs themselves?
That question kept returning to me. I became fascinated by the contradiction between celebration and emptiness — the idea that the most desirable eggs had become hollow plastic ones capable of holding prizes or candy. It led me to wonder when the simple goodness of a natural dyed egg somehow became “not good enough.”
I remember sitting with my children each year, carefully dyeing real eggs and trying to create the most beautiful one at the table, then waking the next morning excited to peel and eat them.
What seemed to us like the highest use of an egg cost us very little…but for the egg, it was the ultimate price.
Somewhere inside that image lived the quieter realization that nearly everything beautiful costs something to become beautiful.