Dollhouse
Buildings breathe a history and betray a sense of time, evolution, and growth. They are the extensions of the self, and become almost organic in nature.
The spaces we build for ourselves wear their history. They breathe, move, allowing themselves to embrace entropy and decay as a natural part of being. They hold onto memories, both of trauma and of joy; and we must interpret them as such.
My sculptures draw from the language of architecture, and of salvage at a scale meant to surprise the viewer; undermining expectations and challenging perspective and meaning.
The spaces we build for ourselves wear their history. They breathe, move, allowing themselves to embrace entropy and decay as a natural part of being. They hold onto memories, both of trauma and of joy; and we must interpret them as such.
My sculptures draw from the language of architecture, and of salvage at a scale meant to surprise the viewer; undermining expectations and challenging perspective and meaning.