About the work

The bread crates are the strongest thing in the room. Not in the sense of a material, but in the sense of a foundation – they hold up the stage, they bear the weight of the moment. Everything else here is a costume, a gesture, a fleeting performance, even the Christmas tree in the sand. But the crates have a history of real weight, of daily utility, of unglamorous, necessary transport. They are here for a different purpose now, repurposed, a stand-in for permanence, but their original function still hums beneath the tinsel and the hopeful, slightly absurd costumes. It makes you wonder what, in our lives, is truly structural, truly load-bearing, and what is just arranged on top. And does it matter, as long as it holds?