When we are faced with traumatic loss, we latch onto our memories. We often connect memory with objects, which help us to transition through times of flux. This series, Things From my House, depicts the objects I lost when my childhood home burned to the ground in the Waldo Canyon Fire. These objects have stayed put in our shed for four years. They are useless, toxic, pieces of metal and ceramic that we will never throw away because they are too important. I now see them as symbols of my childhood; the last material reminders of being a kid. I am terrified that my memory will slowly degrade without any physical grounding, because memories that exist only in our mind eventually fade. What you see in this series are simultaneously hunks of junk, and the most important pieces of my past.
