I find myself feeling physically attached to modern technology, and simultaneously disconnected from it at times. We build and arm the technology that disarms us. Digital screens are casually replacing paper held in our hands. Everything is iPads, Blackberries, and Kindles. Technological devices dictate our lives and we allow them to. What will be left in the world beneath shadows and dust?
I want others to find appreciation in the dying age of the book. There is something alluring about the preservation of a terminable object that contains and represents words, language, symbols, beliefs, emotions, and knowledge. The book is a transitory vessel much like our own bodies, full of secrets and mysteries. What do they keep hidden from themselves or from others to see, and when will that information be released? What are we going to do about it? Who will remember? My work questions the future function of books and their placement or displacement in the world.