My work toes the line between the absurd and the belonging. I collect objects that I think are beautiful or visually special on their own based on formal concerns of mine--wholeness, material, texture, circles, perfect lines, strange curves, and of course, color. I sometimes construct new objects from scratch in order to tie a piece together if the piece is in need of that. Other than that I often don’t alter the objects I collect very much, because I like them to speak for themselves and maintain a lot of the context of their original intended purpose. I connect these objects in what I hope is an organic way, creating compositions with them, in order to construct new homes out of and for these objects. I configure them together, which necessarily involves creating a structure and a hierarchy amongst them, to allow them to speak to each other, comparing themselves with one another in the language of context, color, texture, etc.
The aesthetic that I look for when collecting comes from a rejection of growing up, and a dive back into McDonald’s Play Places, barbies, Kraft mac and cheese, plastic and color. They give me a super strong sense memory of particular stages in my childhood, since I lived through a myriad of objects just like these at every given point in my life. Not only do we live our lives through objects, but we also worship them, and I think it is essential to examine what forms and patterns we are drawn to and why, to construct sense from whole cloth in a chaotic horde of objects.