Artist Statement
I was like a Stranger (artist statement)
Have you ever returned someplace but didn't know it anymore?
Is it possible to feel loss beforehand?
Do places remember us? Or do we just remember the places?
The memories are slipping through my fingers.
"I was like a stranger, the house did not recognize me. On the wall hang things that seem to stare at me in bewilderment, wondering whether I still belong to them&.I carefully swept the crumbs from the table, straightened the cushions on the couch, placed the photos in their envelopes where they belonged, turned off the lights, and left the place with no sign of my having been there, as if I did not exist."
-Warner Herzog Conquest of the Useless
Process Statement
I was born in the suburbs of New Jersey in 1977. This is an environment based on irony. The pre-fab houses, strip malls, and diners were icons in the landscape of my childhood. I've always felt a faint sense of terror about these places, maybe because of their falseness. It was in this world that I learned to daydream about hidden lives and dramatic moments that lie just underneath the surface.
With my work I’m looking to investigate the small, banal moments in our lives. I'm interested in communicating the psychological space one is in while alone and idle, or doing an everyday task.
