As a recovering addict, I am fascinated by the fallacy of human memory. How things grow or shrink in importance as the distance between the past and present lengthens. How the emotions we have attached to them can become fond or bitter with time. This collection investigates a past in which my furnishings were comprised of objects which had a separate purpose from “furniture” at the onset of their creation. Often cheap, more often free, I find myself applying a kind of “glory days” mentality to these objects and past experiences. In an attempt to capture this particular distortion of memory, the collection elevates these often mundane objects to luxury status through material and craft.