In 1985 my parent’s home burnt to the ground. They had built their dream home with their own hands, using reclaimed wood, windows, and other irreplaceable objects. Our house was located in the Arkansas wilderness so nothing but the clothes on their backs survived the fire. Afterwards, they moved into a tent and began working on a second home. By 1990, when I was 2, my parent’s divorced there second home was never fully finished.
In the coming years my father became a compulsive hoarder. Rescuing discarded items from the landfills to fill his home. Surrounding himself by an abundance of stuff which forces him to walk in cleared out paths from room to room. My mother went in the opposite direction. Holding onto nothing, regularly purging herself of items and buying nothing of particular significance or value. I grew up bouncing between these two household which treated objects in drastically different ways. I became fascinated by objects. Constantly battling between a desire to hoard and a desire to purge.
Through my art, I investigate the connection between humans and objects using the concepts of Thing Theory; the way we attribute significance (memories or events) onto materials. Through memory and the imperfection of my hand these realities become warped , taking on a sense of the poetics.