Remember that you are dust and to dust you will return; ephemera and sentimentality.
My body of work as it grows and changes is the taking of things for the life they’ve had, glorifying the process of becoming tarnished, and finding a precious reflection in the patina. Garbage relegated to art, and second hand meaning that there’s a proverbial hand to hold in items from having once already been held. I, in this way, not only make work of ephemera, but I can appreciate myself through that lens.
By finding roots in an art journaling practice collaging a life on top of a life, it manifests as a dish made from discarded clay. It is the bicycles I ride made from scrap parts soaked in WD 40. It is important to remember now, and always that I am dust, and to dust I shall return (to find comfort in a truth more infinite than infinity and the universe that holds the exhale of my first breath, my mother’s first breath, and all the first breaths happening right now).
A work of sentimental ephemera through arts and life, to come to appreciate myself as a piece of others and vise versa.
Just happy to be here.