My body of work comments on the concept of moving out for college by transforming the cardboard boxes typically used for packing into the objects and memories being left behind. Initially, I built replicas of important milestones, and gradually, I began to take a more figurative approach by referencing human form, specifically in piece three. In piece four, I cut a physical region of the paper to capitalize on the idea of a frame, a device used to showcase memories. Starting in piece six, I began to explore the idea of a ritual. These recurring events, such as sitting on the counter while my mom cooks dinner every day, are the events that are so easy to take for granted, but also the moments that I’m going to miss most when I transition into the next stage of my life. Then, in piece ten, I chose to remove the setting in order to monumentalize a ritual I share with my dad. While my mom travels with my sister to attend debate tournaments, my dad and I gather on the couch, and watch movies, enjoying our sacred time together.
Starting in piece eleven, my work evolved from a strictly two-dimensional drawing into a much more sculptural approach by physically building small-scale objects and figures, constructed out of paper and painted to represent the cardboard boxes apparent in my previous pieces. By building miniature sculptures, the viewer is able to glance into a frozen period of time as though they are viewing a relic of the past I’m leaving behind during my rite of passage.
I further explored this tactile sculpture by recreating the model in Autodesk Maya and animating it to some jazzy tunes as a means to combine my love for traditional work with the digital world.
This illustrative sculptural piece, meant to be read as a drawing, details our family road trip to South Padre. While my brother lingered in the house a little longer, his hair freshly wet from a shower, my mom prepared the directions on our family GPS nicknamed “Mary,” and my dad began to stuff our belongings into the trunk. My sister and I readied our DVD players, making last minute movie selections, only to end up putting our electronics aside, eagerly talking about the sites around us and singing Avril Lavigne from the backseat. To this day, South Padre remains my favorite family vacation.
For the longest time, grocery shopping day has always been a vital part of my family’s ritualistic weekly routine. Throughout the years, it’s been a consistent challenge for the deli counter employees to slice the cheese thin enough to meet my mother’s expectations, and from the time I was very little, my mom has always requested the cheese to be “Sliced Thin,” just the same as it’s prepared at a Jewish deli. This piece in particular serves to memorialize the first shopping trip following my stomach surgery when I was instructed to go someplace where I could walk slowly, pacing myself and ensuring my stitches stayed intact, before I returned to gymnastics. My mom and I walked up and down the grocery store aisles, again and again, slowly but surely inching toward my recovery.
"The Art Room"
This piece is very bittersweet for me, and I know I don’t always show it, but creating this piece has been especially emotional. This piece marks the end of one period of my life and the start of another. Four years ago, during the summer following 8th grade, I walked in late, approved via email prior of course, to the very first day of “Mr. McCasland’s” summer camp. Wearing a blue tank top and gym shorts over my gymnastics leotard, my hands still covered in chalk, I sat down and created the most hideous ‘piece’ I could’ve possibly made, and if it wasn’t hideous enough on its own, I spilled india ink all over it. That was the very first piece I ever made under Mac’s instruction, and this is the very last. It brings me to tears thinking about all of the incredible moments we’ve shared as a family throughout the past four years, and that’s really why I made this piece. Although I know we are going our separate ways to make lives of our own, we will always be a family.