I see life and death as constant
cycle forever unfolding all around us. Through the cone of my dome I distill the
cycle in a way I find therapeutic, maintenance like, domestic like, and fun.
There is a great deal of pleasure taken in the re-organization of life’s
contents that I find myself surrounded by. My work usually takes the form but
not limited to sculptures, performances, music, and videos.
I remember daytime television filled with fantasy pockets of glitz and glam, new cars and exotic trips. Nana used to juice carrots in the kitchen and yell out the answers. We are taught to visualize ourselves striking it rich one day. Making connecting to what is artificial, meaningful.
Found objects are
placeholders for real bonds that have been formed with material culture.
I am interested in
how memories shape an idiosyncratic conception of beauty. Nostalgia as elapsed
time in the mind that has been aged to perfection only be to severed and
replanted in the studio.
My work is about
the act of giving up something you love. The act of setting it free. An attempt at
shedding layers of time that is impressed upon us constantly, while
simultaneously reclaiming the initial existence as beautiful and responsible
for the slipping present. The freshest moments move a second in reverse.
