Throughout the linear progression of moments that accumulate to become days, years, and lifetimes, objects are used, loved, lost, and discarded. The lost or discarded is an inscribed presence and an interruption. Common and often unnoticed, the loss and the lost are intensely personal and simultaneously anonymous. The lost or discarded thing is proof; proof of existence and simultaneously a marker of the body’s disintegration. These indicators of existence denote a life lived and a body experienced. Through discovering these marks and traces, I interact with a history that is both strange and familiar.
My work is an accumulation of things predestined to disappear or go unnoticed. These items are things easily recognized; they are recognized as items used and gestures made. By collecting evidence of the body’s actions, I share the space of experience without knowing the details. These fragments capture the frailty of our individual moments. Translated and transformed, the objects are powerful and impotent; full of possibilities and nothingness. Through the experience of locating and re-forming traces of existence, I sense both my presence and face my absence. Throughout the act of making, I reconsider where I exist.