This series is about a changing conception of home. It's me throwing a wrench and some scrap metal into the idea of home as a stable, stagnant, distill-able place. I package the subjects of these images as cohesive structures or discrete objects, but a closer look reveals that they're neither of these things. They're subject to competing stylistic influences. They're weathered by structural and temporal change. Some of them hide stretch-marks behind fences. Yet the presence of these barriers only heightens the friction of the whatever's within, only intensifies the sense of whatever threatens to burst at the seams.