I get inspiration from ordinarity. I am drawn to the most random and accidental events. These nuances that I’ve encountered tell stories through a non-narrative way. Things without logic. Things that are valueless and bond to oblivion. Things that we see too often. The familiarity sometimes creates a sense of belonging that allow us to be comfortable because we understand them fully and are not intimidated by them. I translate this familiarity into form and material that can live in a domestic space. This process is like finding a logic which is the most difficult and unresolved part. What will happen if the resemblance is too much or too little. What is in the narrative and value of ordinary things to be actually emphasized?


wool felt, red oak, neon cord