This piece was made for my first class exhibition in the Art Practice department of UC Berkeley. I suppose it was a reaction to my new found identification as an “artist”. It felt strange and yet somewhat comfortable to say, hey, I don’t know what I am doing in life but I know that creating is something important to me. Creating what? Whose to say. So in the end I suppose art is masturbatory practice. But now I am a little more optimistic than when I first installed these little guys.