Kendall is a down to earth, no fuss, let's do it, person; a solid friend. She has helped me through many a bust. We met at KIOSK over a giant foil and wood castle from Poland. It was a random gift and over time and several moves later the situation was deteriorating, fast, its lights were literally dimming. Kendall came through in the way she does, tools in hand, a laugh, a smile, an assurance that she was going to fix the castle up. I did not doubt and she did. She is a grounding force.Her Puck came about while she was on a sculpture residency in North Carolina, breaking up old iron pipe and sinks to melt down and catching the hot iron in a crucible to pour into molds. She described it to me as intense; you could say so. Almost every time I speak to her she has mastered or is mastering a new material. Puck was born out of an earlier work she created for her MA show at Goldsmiths in London. For that show she embedded the Puck into the floor of the school, in North Carolina she embedded it into a dock.Puck is heavy, made to remain in a place, to hold when needed, to remind one that life is solid. It's handmade, it's not perfect, recalling that nothing is. It's meant to be touched, it can get scratched, it will tarnish and change, it will rust, as the world does. Like Kendall, Puck is a grounding force. When I hold it in my hand while reading, when I put it on my thigh when writing, on my chest when napping, I feel the connection to what is around me, firmly on the earth.