What do we do all day?

I decided to find out what proportion of the day Otto spent doing things. Playing; with what & how? Tipping, drinking, pointing, jumping and so on. I imagined a complicated pie chart. I ordered a stopwatch and waited for a day my dad visited so one hand would be free to press start and stop…

Baby & Magician’s Suitcase

1. One year ago I purchased a magician’s suitcase. It held twenty-one magic props. Every object once had a very specific application that caused magic to occur. I don’t know what any of these specific applications are. 2. I recently took my 18 month old son to an Infant Cognition Centre. They performed an experiment…

faulty muscle memory

I had the idea of testing my memory of the moment I held Otto in my arms for the first time. I imagined this must be ingrained in my muscles forever. I searched for a rock that when cradled in my arms felt like the same weight as he was. At birth Otto weighed 7lb…

Found rock collection

I have been wondering what to do with this small collection of fairly common looking rocks that I brought at an estate sale. Tonight I have beenĀ  considering repatriated them somehow. Perhaps I need to find a recipient for them in each place that they came from who would try to place them back within…

From the mouths of babes

I have started an archive of objects that were removed from babies mouths for safety reasons. In collecting together this group of artefacts i’m interested in marking the instantaneous shift that happens as the objects are discovered and fished out. From near-tragedy to absurd trophy in a moment. And this, several times every day. For…

TA DA

Yesterday at the estate sale I walked around quickly, gathering a pile of things. With Otto protesting on my back I lost patience in the queue, left everything behind and drove off. On the motorway two miles later I couldn’t get this little notebook out of my mind. One hundred and thirty one blank pages…