One of my earliest memories took place at my great-grandmother’s house. She had an entire wall filled with shelves of figurines. I was fascinated by these tiny porcelain objects that were strange and exaggerated versions of the animals they represented. My family relocated often throughout my childhood and my possessions became a much-needed source of stability in my constantly shifting world. During this time, I began collecting my own small porcelain figurines at garage sales and secondhand shops that I frequented with my grandmother. I have always been interested in the past lives of these objects and would imagine what meanings and memories they held to those who had owned them.
In recent years, this curiosity led me to begin using figurines as subjects for pieces that aren’t quite still-life paintings and aren’t quite portraits. The figurines I am most drawn to are strange, comical, and sometimes slightly discomforting. I spend a long time arranging the figurines and considering what meaning I’d like them to embody – sometimes this meaning is intensely personal, and at other times it is a universal experience.