Assemblage

I was making collages, and I started balancing the torn pieces upright instead of gluing them down — magazine fragments propped against each other, standing for as long as they'd stand.

Then I cut up an old holographic pencil case. Its plastic bent light and threw colour, and it held a shape when I folded it. I built the magazine elements into it and folded the whole thing into houses — small rooms that stood on their own.

Eventually the pencil case stopped being a wall and became a lens. I photographed my collages through it, so the room looked out at the image and refracted it. The last works add thread, drawn across the surface like something holding the room together, or measuring it.

No two are the same size, and none is titled.