Inventory of My Mother’s House, is an installation of images of the objects in my parents' house. As a group these photographs reflect their willingness to consume the products that symbolize the good life, a treasure trove of post-industrial kitsch. These images testify that mass production has created an effluvium of products with little or questionable value, objects whose functions are emotional, collectibles and Franklin Furnace statuary that stand for the "authentic."

In many ways my parents' house was a postmodern space. Organic and unintentional, its evolution from necessity to ornament mirrored both their economic status and the robust health of an insatiable economy inclined toward the production of trifles. The walls of their house displayed all eras and styles, all represented with equal weight, nothing was more important than anything else, and so nothing could be thrown away. This collection of discardables, impossible to discard, decorated my childhood.

My parents steadfastly refused to part with their collection, it made me wonder if these objects were incantations of their past. The house belonged to my parents, and certain objects were my father's, but the collection was orchestrated by my mother. Together they propose a narrative beyond the discretion of one nuclear family, encompassing a middle class post war American utopia.