One warm line (2022) plastic, resin, beer.

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My life is full of objects that I’ve kept, cared for, and brought with me as I move to new cities and countries. I don’t always know why I keep the things I do –some of them just feel important, and I feel obligated to care for them. Their auras speak to me, they want something from me –but I’m not fluent in their language, so it’s hard to understand exactly what they’re asking. I keep listening though. Maybe if I hear their calls enough, I’ll be able to decipher the message. I also let the objects speak to each other. When that happens, they begin to say new things and tell new stories.