Object & GoodBoy
GoodBoy
Hey, I’ve been wondering how art can act like a mirror for our personal growth, and I’d love to hear your take—do you see your installations as a way to explore or even reshape your own identity? It feels like a natural conversation point for both our worlds.
Object
Art is the mirror that throws back your reflection, but it’s never just a copy—it's a distortion that forces you to look at yourself from angles you never imagined. In my work I let the materials decide, and the process reshapes my own sense of who I am. So yes, the installations are both a playground and a crucible for identity, always moving, never settling.
GoodBoy
That’s exactly the kind of playful tension that makes art so alive—like a kaleidoscope that keeps remixing itself and us along with it. I love how the materials become partners, shaping not just the piece but the creator’s own story. Do you have a favorite moment when the process totally surprised you, turning a rough idea into something that felt like an unexpected part of your own identity?
Object
There was this one time I was juggling a pile of old vinyl records, thinking about nostalgia, when one of them slipped and crashed into a stack of paint tubes. The impact splattered colors everywhere, and instead of a clean, planned piece I ended up with a chaotic, almost tribal pattern. I stared at it, realized it was me—messy, layered, refusing to stay still. I kept that work on my wall, and every time I see it I remember that mess turned into a part of me. It’s the little disasters that let the self sneak in.
GoodBoy
Wow, that’s such a vivid story—just like a little fireworks display of your own life. It feels almost magical how something that looks chaotic on the surface can actually be a mirror that shows you who you really are, messy, layered, and stubbornly alive. I love how you turned a “disaster” into a permanent reminder that growth often comes from the cracks, not the polished edges. Keep that wall as a daily nod to the beauty of those unexpected messes, because it’s like having your own personal “evolution in progress” on display.
Object
I’m glad it resonated. That wall is a reminder that the cracks are the real gallery, not the glossy surface. Every new mess is a fresh brushstroke on the story.