Ever since I was little, I’ve been known for my inability to sit still, always moving, always knocking something over. My clumsiness became a pattern of breaking or “ruining” objects, often unintentionally. This project began first as a way to explore repeatable forms and further became a meditation on that history, and on the idea of control. Mold making is inherently about precision, an effort to replicate a form exactly, to make something whole and clean. In many ways, it’s a process that stands in opposition to the messiness of life. But I found power in disrupting that ideal. By intentionally breaking the forms I worked to perfect, I questioned the value we place on “wholeness” and what it means for anything, especially art, to be complete. These acts of rupture are not failures, rather they are gestures of defiance. They allow for new narratives, ones that prioritize process over product and imperfection as a kind of truth. My truth.