Midden
My home has hardly changed, as far as appearances, in the twenty years we’ve lived there. Well except for the twenty years worth of collected junk. I now am separated enough to appreciate, not cringe, at its eccentricities. The opossum coming through the window was no longer embarrassing, nor the stray cats snakes, and raccoons. And now the packrat in the side-room comically chews up my dad’s collection of wires, beads, and clothes, finding pieces for its own nest, or midden.
In retaining my dad’s spirit to create my own hoarder’s nest, I collected and made things that I was attracted to, and found their purpose as I went. By bringing all of these scraps and trash together in an animation, I’m realizing their potential in a way that my dad has never seemed to manage with his own treasures.
