growing up, my dad would call me crazy. he said it as a joke. he said it to be mean. he said it when he didn’t understand me. he said it when i couldn’t understand him. and no matter when he said it, it was always broke me. now, i’ve taken my shattered self and pieced it back together with only the knowledge of what someone whole looked like, not knowing if I had all the pieces or if I was putting what I had back in the right spots. it’s not perfect. and i’m sure there are plenty of people who will look at it say it’s still not right. but it’s the best I could do and I never liked beer anyways.

Heineken bottle, smashed and reassembled with epoxy resin

2024

9in x 3in x 2.5in