You ever find yourself collecting things that no one else wants? Like, I’m not talking about cool vintage stuff or collector’s items. No, I mean actual junk. That’s me—walking down the street, and - there's some old pressure gauges sitting by the curb, practically begging to be turned into art. Some people might see a rusty old thing; I see potential. It’s all about giving these lost items a new life. I’m the king of upcycling. Or,maybe more like the janitor of forgotten things.
Making the Everyday Extraordinary
People always ask me why I use this "junk." Well, I guess it's because real life is made up of everyday stuff. I mean, who relates to some perfect, shiny object on a museum pedestal? We’re all just a bunch of Homer Simpsons, stumbling through life, trying to figure out the equations of happiness. And what better way to symbolize that than literally putting Homer in my assemblage? He’s there, smack in the middle, as confused as the rest of us. Next to him, I’ve got an abacus, motorcycles, and pressure gauges. Why? Because I can. And because somehow, it all makes sense in a weird way.
Overthinking (Or Not?)
Sometimes, I get all deep about it and think, “What’s the bigger meaning behind a pressure gauge?” Like, is it measuring the pressures of modern life or just reminding us of simpler times when things weren’t so... digital? Most days, I’m just laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing is.
The Ridiculous and the Profound
I can get lost in the details—like the way I placed those motorcycles, frozen mid-air, circling around like my thoughts that never stop. Are they symbols of freedom? Escape? Maybe, or maybe they're just something I like. Sometimes, you don’t have to overthink it. Art doesn’t need a thesis statement. It’s more about throwing a bunch of stuff together and seeing how it hits. Like those tail lights—are they showing us where we’ve been or lighting up the road ahead?
Bringing it All Together
When it’s all said and done, my assemblage is more than just a bunch of stuff glued together. It’s a story—a messy, imperfect one, just like life. I guess that’s why people connect with it. Because we’re all trying to make sense of things that don’t always make sense. So, when you look at my work, don’t try to figure it all out. Just see it for what it is: everyday objects that tell a bigger story, one that we’re all part of.
