I offered a precious box of old childhood photographs for attendees to SHRED at a solo opening at Co-Lab in Austin, TX. Strangers gladly destroyed each captured moment to fall to pieces on the floor, Yet, some unexpectedly pocketed a few or buried certain photos at the bottom of the box as an empathetic survival tactic.

Not only a comment on modern society in the digital age, where everything authentic is no longer valuable, these photographs possess many of my identity fueled memories, some of which I didn't actually have a memory for until I saw the photograph as an adult -- to destroy them allows a reinvention, an unmediated relationship to my past based on the natural decay or preservation of my internal experience and recollection of life events.