I found a copy of my artist statement from this 2012 show recently.
Stealing Home is perhaps best considered a visionary environment turned in on itself to create the outlines and intimations of a home. And this home is a transitory space, and it is a struggle to feel at ease within one. Scavenged doors and windows, pieces of houses exist on their own terms and in tension with each other. Glass and mirrors face each other, bearing images as though burned into them, suffused with natural and reflected light. Salvaged words link together, building new texts and whispered associations about the problem of home and homelessness, both inside and outside.
This home is dissolving, fading from view. Many people are here because it’s at the end of things, because this is Vancouver, the terminal city: the last city on the tips of the ocean, literally unsheltered from the storms. It is a city of rebels and runaways.
Stealing Home is also a house turned in on itself, an interior exterior space. This unsettled house is also constraining: these windows do not open, nor can some even be seen through. Some look back at you.
What I hope to create is an experience of this strange home: intimate moments stolen from an all-too-real world, privacy in plain sight.
Held at the Interurban Gallery (1 East Hastings, Vancouver) in the fall of 2012.
Other documentation has been lost. All the work (there were other pieces) has been lost, broken, or sold.