Breaking Down, Growing Up
Artist Statement
Floral Victorian upholstery fabric is reminiscent of the material that covers the cushions of the wicker furniture at my family summer home. The familiarity of the pattern, the predictability of repetition, is comforting. Generations before me have sat in the same spaces that I share with my relatives now, enjoying the company of each other. These moments are ingrained in the fabric; a history evident by the worn fibers. In the way that it is affected by the passage of time, home is an entity that grows.
The significance of home lies in a sense of belonging. I care deeply about the permanence of home; viewing it as a form of self-preservation. By collecting and compartmentalizing experiences that reinforce home’s consistency, I feel stability when everything else is uncertain, unfamiliar. I choose to remember home as a constant because that’s how I would like it to exist in mind. I’m realizing, however, that growth is inevitable regardless of my nostalgic attachments. I’m accepting that there is no static, only different rates at which things change.