Whatever Means Necessary

I see parking lot graveyards full of means with wheels. Stockpiled machines too specific to ever be called upon again. These vehicles have a function that can last up to a lifetime, or for only a moment. With my resources assembled, I am driven towards an end. When the end is reached, these means to achieve are parked.

I think about questions like: What vehicle would I ride to become an old man? The steering wheel is thick and smoky; the wheels slow and steady, the seat lazy and worn. If I designed a machine to do what my pills do what would it look like? Steel calm and clammy. Suction cut and collected. From answering questions like these I create sculptures that represent the resources I use to either get what I want or get what I need. These sculptures have become an arsenal.