My first life cast was my left hand and wrist in 2016, molded in a Quick Oats carton in my friend TJ’s kitchen.
I held my breath while we peeled away the pink alginate and revealed this solid plastic hand. I consciously knew it was my hand, all its details familiar and visible, but now the textures, proportions, and shapes registered as starkly new.
I realized there is subtle power in shifting something ordinary just enough to cause a momentary glitch in viewers’ expectations. Whether it’s an anatomical replica in cement, a ubiquitous object on a tiny scale, or a faithful recreation of an inaccessible place, the glitch allows viewers to find new aspects of the familiar and gain fresh perspectives on the everyday.