i am a thing made of parts
i am a messy combination of thoughts, shapes and feelings held together by too much hot glue, string and glitter, raised by the internet and poisoned by irony.

recently ive been thinking about things. its a dangerous pass time.
ive been exploring degradation, nostalgia, my own impulsivity and the existential dread that comes with being perceived. my art is a way to process and regulate my own emotions both in general and in regards to my feelings on these matters.
the need to nurture and create, and then the simultaneous urge to impulsively destroy it.
i use found materials in all my pieces regardless of the medium. the reuse of the discarded is one of the few things connecting my work together.

we make to much stuff. too many things. capitalism and consumerism has made owning ‘stuff’ a core part of living, that to be alive is to consume, to spend, to buy, to own- and then, inevitably, to throw out. discard the old the minute it stops being new, trendy, pristine, perfect. its hard to escape this.
i hate this.
my firm belief is that there is beauty in the forgotten, and a tragedy in the act of throwing away. my practice is about reusing these materials to give them a second life before they are forgotten for the last time. objects are alive. they have memory, feelings. you cant just throw them away, not while they still have life, use them and sculpt them until they break.

i think i have a hoarding problem.
the oroboros is eating its tail. how do you escape the loop.
ill let you know when i have the answers.
until then ill go back to rummaging through bins.
to add more parts to my thing.