For most of my art experience, I often viewed my work as disposable, to the point where I wouldn’t be bothered if it was damaged or thrown away. My installation, which shelters a memory of home, plays off this feeling. Although my memories are precious to me, I would describe them as subdued, oblique, like a silent film. I believe in rebirth, a doctrine wherein the process of living starts again and memories necessarily disappear. I wanted to honor that powerful transience, designing a room to hold my treasured memories, but with an inevitable termination date. My materials are ephemeral, delicate: tape, light, scented oils, glass. My colors are muted whites and a warm, gentle orange. I want to transfer the feelings of comfort I’ve known to the people who enter this room. Stay as long as you like, for you are welcome here.