Lauren Seiffert


Mixed media tiny sculptures,  2016
The cast-offs find me.
The ones nobody wants or saw any value in.
I rescue caster wheels like abandoned kittens.
I take broken clothespins to my studio and bandage them. I give cotton swabs new bodies.
Sometimes I bejewel beets so that they might feel fancy for the first time.
I Dr. Frankenstein these abandoned objects, the refuse. It’s nice, like I care about them.
But similar to Dr. Frankenstein I set these creations up for failure.
They are mended, and pieced, taped and wrapped, and made whole in an unsustainable fashion.
Using materials that begin to end the moment they are made.
Then I put them on display, for others to watch them fall apart.

Like a wake.

Like when I go for a run, so that I can eat an entire pizza—this work is an absurd, and darkly humorous, manifestation of my love//hate relationship with myself.