In 2008, I started collecting styrofoam. It began as a collection of terrible objects that never deteriorated – a testament to consumer culture.
To me, they represented the ‘void’, both literally and metaphorically. As a packaging product, they were forms that fit around an object. As an idea, they are the remains of our consumption. I believed them to be both beautiful and the worst thing in the world. I was curious.
I began to construct with styrofoam in 2009. It’s not very easy to build with – and I found that out the hard way. After experimenting several different directions, I found my own way to sculpt and create with this terrible material. I probably died a little along the way [from the fumes].
