My absolute favorite piece was the one that had the records all lined up that had names written on each one. It told a story that I was not expecting and completely redefined the idea of an “autograph,” because it was not by anyone famous- but rather by the people who had owned these records. There was nothing beautiful about the pens used, or the covers, and nothing elegant about the text, sometimes it was just a sloppily written name. It is more about a sense of belonging than aesthetics for me.
Not just a sense of a belonging, like these records belonged to someone, but that often times they belonged to many people. Objects and materials are so often a key part of our identity and are things that really matter to us, any yet that same record belonged to say four people, it not only helped to identify each of them but also helped to connect these four people, who’s only commonality that we know of for sure is this record