My art is a reminder that most of your life is forgettable. I make meager idols to the moments where we spend most of our time, lingering in anticipation of something that will make all the forgettable minutes worth the cost. My figures languish inert, idle in their static reality. Each form is uncomfortable, they squat on tiny pedestals huddled against an unforgiving environment. Nothing shackles them to their post. They have the agency to leap from the edge, or walk to the horizon, however the idea of change is so foreign to them that they erode into the void. Their isolation and immobility is the stillness of our own lives as we tune out. Always bored, always tired, always anticipating. They are the pure form of waiting. And no matter how big any other god is, we still spend most of our time in their laps. Each figure is a conversation you have forgotten within a week. Each figure is every drive to work, or all the reports you have filled out. Each figure is every second you've spent in a waiting room, in a line, scrolling through your phone.