If my memories were not connected and attached to the nostalgic feelings I’ve cultivated toward the milk glasses, they wouldn’t be what they are to me now. They would have remained as mere, ordinary objects.
Memories get blurry, and sometimes fade completely. What is special about my milk glasses are the memories associated with each and every one of them. The existence of these milk glasses are a direct expression of my internal resonance.
My artistic inspiration comes from changing what seems to have little value into something that holds meaningful value. I am aware that this can lead to contradictions in my very own pursuit to find significance. The meaning of a physical object embodying and holding the value of a memory may be antithetical to each other, giving little meaning to their existence.