When I was a kid I wanted to be an engineer, or was it a product designer? – of course I had no idea what that meant at the time, but I can only assume that’s the career you would pick when you wanted to combine and create things. My play time would include picking random objects in front of me – two AA batteries, a tiny plastic fishing rod, a pencil with chew marks in it, and a Kinder surprise egg (back when they used to light up kids’ lives). I wanted to invent things and I would spend a good amount of time trying to concoct a new invention out of found objects, dreaming of a solution to a problem I had created in my head, and only in my head. What would this new object do? The frustration was predictable and imminent, why could it not magically, technically work? The fun ended at the edge of my imagination. I harbor this curiosity to this day, albeit in other forms, but seldom do I forget where it started. When do ‘things’ become an object? As opposed to parts? This principle, or inclination, has been at the forefront of my mind in my design practice as well. ‘What if?’ is usually the question I ask when presenting myself with ideas. What if I combined these two things? Oftentimes, the results can be idiosyncratic, cycling through a process of metamorphosis, and that’s where it becomes fun. Letting go of the idea that something must be meaningful, or serve a certain function has been a journey. I’m learning to simply make, for making’s sake, an ideal I held as a child and need to revisit.

By revisiting my childlike curiosities as an adult, I created these non-functional objects, collecting what I could find and concocting – taking the time to play, since I don’t remember much of the time when I would.

They are monsters, souvenirs, collectibles, one-of-a-kind.

Reintroduced as newer versions of their former selves.

All play and no work makes

My relationship with memory is tricky. I am an outsider reliving memories in this child-like documentation. My memories come in sporadic bursts, constantly shifting and combining, and being taken apart and rearranged. Truths are relative in my world. I create scenarios and stories to fill the gaps.

In my most recent recollection, I realized for the majority of my childhood I really wanted a twin – a narcissistic method of giving myself other versions of myself that I’ve always wanted. I looked at the definition of cloning and mitosis – cells duplicating, while maintaining all of their contents, and splitting to form two identical daughter cells, and used it as a basis for my work.

Childhood, visit #2

My relationship with memory is tricky. I am an outsider reliving memories in this child-like documentation. My memories come in sporadic bursts, constantly shifting and combining, and being taken apart and rearranged. Truths are relative in my world. I create scenarios and stories to fill the gaps. 


In my most recent recollection, I realized for the majority of my childhood I really wanted a twin – a narcissistic method of giving myself other versions of myself that I’ve always wanted. I looked at the definition of cloning and mitosis – cells duplicating, while maintaining all of their contents, and splitting to form two identical daughter cells, and used it as a basis for my work.

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