“And The Roof Caved In Sympathetically” considers the comforting and simultaneously suffocating qualities of the home and studies it as an expression of the subconscious. What would our mirrors capture if they had the ability to take a photograph? What would our tables and chairs absorb if they had a capacity for memory? In my world, the house and its inhabitants form a poetic, yet disturbing bond where the walls of our homes are conscious, and our furniture, sympathetic. My pieces become the evidence of a specific event, the results of a psychological crime scene.