The commonplace object has always been a launchpad for storytelling in my visual language. I have used objects as a way to portray a narrative or a curious juxtaposition. I have also used objects as a way to explore memories from my past, revisiting times that were formative and profound.
The exploration of my childhood often leads me to recall the simple objects my family would collect to decorate their modest homes. Fragile ceramic figurines adorned shelves and table tops to add beauty and character to humble surroundings. These delicate objects, simple and inexpensive, were revered and venerated much like icons in a church.
When I reconnect with these memories from my childhood, they begin to take on new meaning as I enter my most important role in life… that of a father. I reflect on life and understand how precious it truly is. Small, insignificant experiences and objects are far more valuable than the things we often prioritize ahead of them. A shell collected on a family trip or a pair of salt and pepper shakers passed down through the family can connect us to a fleeting moment of hope and innocence that we would give anything to live once again.
As I prepare to become a father, I am also experiencing a spiritual renewal as I embrace the beauty of something greater than myself. The biggest things in life come in the smallest, most delicate packages. A ceramic figurine. Hope. A fledgling bird. Faith. A newborn child. Love.
