Artist’s Note on A Dimensional House

This is the childhood home I lived in—a place where physical attributes and abstract concepts, anxiety and fear, stability and pleasure coexisted. My home was an imperfect place, always a mix of stability and anxiety; it was a place of mood swings. I realize that this environment still influences my life today, even as an adult. Whenever I am tormented by memories of the past and various troubles, I feel the products of my ruminations grow into sharp thorns within me.

An unintentional application of thick layers of paint unintentionally hardened the shapes of the house into very sharp points. When I cut off the sharp lumps with scissors and carved them out with a sculpture tool, I realized that the sharply hardened houses resembled my inner self.

I continued to build houses in this manner until I had constructed a true house—not a physical house, but a house of the mind and heart.