With the upheaval of moving, my focus shifted from larger projects to small collages made at my kitchen table. Constructed from the mismatched remnants of previous works and with no final floor plan, each collage expanded until the odd angular shapes began to suggest rooms. The interior surfaces were finished with materials from memories of previous homes, wallpapered walls and hardwood floors, often with no ceilings or fourth walls enclosing the structure. Individually the pieces seem fragmented, but together their common threads create a sense of a whole.
Beyond the structure, there is the internal move, which is more than a transfer of physical possessions. An inanimate building begins to breathe the life of those whom inhabit it. Memories, ideas and expectations take up tenancy, activating and transforming the space. A doorway, when passed through, becomes a threshold; a wall, newly painted, becomes a barricade to the outside world; because you have been there before, an empty room anticipates your return.
Even when the walls are built and the room is enclosed, sunlight, spilling across a wooden floor and onto the wall, illuminates only a corner and the rest of the room is nearly forgotten. These small moments stay illuminated in the memories of home – the rest falls into the shadowed eaves - it is here that home exists and resurfaces from place to place.