As an artist, I find myself collecting random things.Not with intention. Not with a plan. Just instinct.A unique key. A knob that no longer belongs to anything. A scrap of wood with a strange curve. A piece someone hands me and says,“You might use this.”Most of these things would never meet in the real world. They come from different lives. Different purposes.Different eras. Alone, they’re discarded.Together… they argue. And that’s where the challenge begins.What happens when ...