Artist Statement:
I was a found object. Uprooted at the earliest moments in life. Adopted and Co-opted. I have no real history beyond what I see in the mirror. I can claim no land, traditions or culture as my own. My history is a locked Pandora?s box I carry with me everywhere I go, as much a part of me as my toenails, yet I have no capacity to open it. I have pried at it in futility, created fiction to explain it, and attempted to abandon it, but nothing has enlightened me beyond the face that reflects back at me. The history of those who raised me fits me like a hand-me-down, correlations worn into the wrong places. Ultimately it belongs to another and I just borrow it, much like a costume. I pull it apart, keeping what is comfortable and discarding that which I have no use for.
These two histories bisect and conflict and leave me permanently displaced. The objects I craft and the marks I make often reflect this dichotomy.