These pieces are a variation on a series of animated installations called The Tear Drinkers. The title for The Tear Drinkers is taken from a relatively recent discovery by biologists that some tropical moth species drink the tears of sleeping birds. The series plays with how technology can be used to re-animate non-human creature caught in the still-death of photographs, transforming them into ghost-like, man-made approximations of the real thing.
My mother built a house with discarded plastic sheets and scavenged wood in Oregon. My father went back-to-the-land in Northern Alberta where hardly anything grows. My mother spent almost a year in a teepee. My father hasn't lived in a house for longer than two years since he moved out of his own parent's home when he was 18.
As a child, my family lived in countries that were not our own and I felt then that we were a small nation unto ourselves. For a long time, I didn't equate houses with homes and I couldn't tell you what town I was from.
And now I am learning that home is something that can be invented. It can pop up almost anywhere. It can be carried on our backs if necessary. It can be constructed out of almost anything if it has a little light in it, as long as it keeps the night at bay, pressed against the windows.