Sculpture & Installation 2011-2012 > Hang-Ups

I really felt we had a strong connection.

A box of discarded phone cords mixed with upholstery cut-outs. Nostalgic for the way I used to wonder at my voice transferring through those wires. Lots of late night, giddy conversations...a nervous network.
(Parts of my psyche got a bit mangled when I found out my stepfather was listening to his private recordings of my teenage phone marathons.)