I have 3 Pairs of Pants With My Brother I Share
We are discontinuous beings in search of a simulation of continuity to subdue our fear of separation. The American home provides protection through encapsulation. In travel and as a form of rogue property we often carry with us a semblance of the familiar den. The box with a locked door full of comforts for us alone. We carry this capsule to contain our individual and separate existences even amidst so many others. Safety and freedom in equally moderate amounts. We reject and embrace that we are free-floating and disconnected from everything around us. We are exclusively what everything else is not. We are all discretely concrete and temporary, and it bothers the hell out of us, doesn't it?
In space and temporal media, these pieces attempt to re-stage our memories of what American life has been through our eyes. Through cultural quotation we attempt to pry open the locked box and articulate the immense void of American culture.
- Eric Thompson and Aubrey Birdwell