It is my family’s convention to reuse, economize, collect, and ration. My grandparents saved and reused everything they could, long after the end of the Great Depression that caused their stockpiling. Their home remains a place for the accumulation of reused items. Their Central Texas pastures serve as private junkyards or an unintentional time capsule of personal effects, household items, machinery and farm equipment that encompass a timeline from the 1930s to the present day. Such landscapes are ingrained in my mind. They are rustic and weathered representations of lineage and life fragments that have formed my existence as both a person and an artist.