Remember that you are dust and to dust you will return; ephemera and sentimentality.

“Yet for better or for worse we do love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather. We love the colours and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them.”

Tanizaki, p.11

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.

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