Rummaging can be likened to observing an uneventful scene. Our senses seemingly static, but silently picking and storing things into our memory. Faint imprints that can sometimes resurface. The box I prepared contains booklets I made for my first solo show about rummaging. The rest are objects I don't use but still keep in my drawer because of an unexplained familiarity. It is very much finding comfort in a place where memory and unfamiliarity merges.

 

Note to exhibit viewer: You can write anything in the notepad.