Artist Statement

Over the course of the pandemic, I’ve found myself thinking about my relationship to the passage of time. My feelings are scattered. There’s my duress regarding turning 40 and the cultural weight of that number, and there’s awe there too, reverence even, at the speed in which time seems to pass even as the world sits gridlocked in crisis. Then there is confusion that the opposite also seems true, time can crawl. As someone who runs from one project to the next in order to avoid myself, this last one has been a bitter pill.

Over the months of Covid closures I softened my personal time stoppage with alcohol, anger, depression, and drunken internet purchases. I also started thinking back to my childhood in Montana. I had hours and hours to fill back then, especially during the summers, and nothing to do. But I did fill that time, with make believe and exploring and bike rides, and later with cars and curfew bending and boys. I tried to conjure up the will to apply that knack for contented time wasting to my current situation. It seemed impossible. “Why can’t I ‘do nothing’ anymore,” I thought angrily. “What happened?”

In frustration I made a list of memories from back then, of what exactly I did to pass the time when there was seemingly nothing to do. The recollections were not as rosy as one might expect when reflecting on childhood but I had my answer. I used to do inane things, dark things, exploratory things, dangerous things. Stupid things. Weird things. I’m sure you did too. We all did before we became adults.

In hindsight, I can see these pastimes aren't just silly games born from neverending free time and the absence of responsibility. That’s what I wanted them to be—a set of youthful time-wasting strategies I’d forgotten but could remember if I really tried. Instead, I see the list for what it is, a string of plotlines just starting, many of which I continue now. Pastimes that try to make sense of myself, of the world and other people, of fear, of loneliness, of sex, of idleness, of time, of other things I probably don’t know the names for yet. This collection of work is about the pastimes I had back then and how I think about them now—time wasted and time gained.     

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This 1000-piece puzzle, created by Kinstler, features a painting called In the Summer We Started Drinking During the Hot of the Day and by Night Time We Were Monsters by Andrea Joyce Heimer.

Kinstler, based in Brooklyn, NY, creates their puzzles sustainably with recycled chipboard and soy ink. This puzzle includes an interview with exhibiting artist Andrea Joyce Heimer. $34

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