using my own possessions and items sourced from the rhizome house, matter out of place is a converging point for some things that are hard to talk about: time, mortality, grief, preciousness, order. unlike previous work, they directly confront my specific relationship to objects––and the dismissed “matter” that objects suddenly become when they are no longer functional. this relationship generates feelings of empowerment and surrender, interchangeably.
what does it look like when broken things have a prolonged place in the home?
can the mess of one’s mourning practice fit into the domestic space?
matter out of place (hallway closet); paper castings of broken car radio, worn-out spare wheel, empty beer can, expired antique license plate, and unused binder clip; antique radiator shell, rags, ladder, iodine, and streamer; projection mapping of two Nissan balloons caught in a telephone wire; dimensions variable; 2020