Have you ever had the experience of going to someone’s house, and maybe they weren't expecting you, so they haven’t cleaned, and they say “I’m so sorry the place is a mess, I didn’t know I would be having company.” To me, each of these moments is a rare unfiltered presentation of self. I’ve always been interested in this moment, in the way someone’s home looks in its natural state and in the things people choose to keep closest to them: what’s on their nightstand, what they keep in their purse, what snacks they have in their kitchen. In this body of work, I wanted to imitate this feeling. I made up three fictional characters, and decided what their lives looked like. I fabricated the objects they would have and created toothpaste and chicken bones, out of ceramic and acrylic paint. I mimicked the way these people would use their products, and eat their food.
I did all this to tell you stories through objects. To see these people, and imagine their lives, and what they ate for dinner, the last phone call they made, and to whom.