Debris

I am drawn to objects with the capacity to hold narrative and create vulnerability. I recently completed a project under a bridge. The area was littered with the personal belongings of others. While creating my own piece, I found myself naturally assessing the personal value of the objects left in this shared space. Some of it was clearly valueless and discarded, however, most of it fell into subtle categories of worth. On my visits to the site I began to feel more protective of the objects. I wondered if the owners of the objects felt vulnerable to the possibility of loss. The first night that I left my work installed at the site it flooded. Nervously returning in the morning, I found the others' objects rearranged and well tended. I found my own objects wet, dirty, and perfectly intact.