Self Portrait

Antler,

heirloom

During hikes and time spent outdoors, my dad collectes antlers he finds discarded from deer. He sends them to me. One time he mailed me a massive package and I opened it to find nearly 20 stray antlers. I pass these down to friends or keep them for myself, until they are replaced by more antlers.

Mom’s t-shirt,

heirloom

I used to live with my mom in Highschool, when she was at work I would go through her closet and find things that I liked for myself. This t-shirt was an example, she doesn’t know I took it from her, well she could probably guess. But for now I wear it because I like it aesthetically.

Mosquito Repellent,

heirloom

A trait I have been passed down through my family is the sweetness of my blood, for some reason since I was a small child I have been highly allergic to mosquito bites and one of their biggest targets. Repellent is something i have always, this particular spray was bought by my ex boyfriend who wanted me to wear it when we went outside. Now just the idea of repellent itself will be an heirloom to whoever shares my blood.

Bart Card,

evidence

I don’t go back home often, I don’t know why I continued to hold onto this piece of plastic. I think for sentimental reasons, maybe one day I will remember to bring it back with me to put it into use. For now it can be a trace of where I have been.

Rock,

artifact

I collect rocks from where I go. This rock is from the desert in India. I think its shaped in a way that could be touched by someone previously. Someone saw it on my coffee table and asked if it was a rock or if it was used as a tool. I laughed to myself, well of course it is a rock, I guess if you use your imagination enough you could assume it was perhaps used as a tool. I think my placement of it gave it the illusion of something more than just a rock. Like an artifact.

Beach glass,

evidence

I collect beach glass from each beach I visit. If you wanted to track where I travel you could somehow scientifically test all my collected glass.

925 pendant,

evidence

I found this pendant in a shop with no significant importance other than the marking of the indication it was silver. It says 925, 925 is the area code from where I was raised, my phone number too.

Traffic ticket,

evidence

Evidence in the scheme of legality. Bullshit traffic ticket I got for running a red light on a BIKE. The paper is crumpled, evidence of my anger.

Papa’s picture,

heirloom

This is a photo of my grandpa. It’s on his old baseball playing card. My dad gave it to me. I wasnt that close to my grandpa. This is more of an heirloom of my dad. I keep it because It reminds me of him, not necessarily my grandfather.