In my garage is a box I do not touch. In every garage of every house I’ve lived in, since I was discharged from the Navy, there lives a box I do not touch. Why I keep the contents when I can’t stand to look at them, I’ll never know, but I lug them around from state to state like a tumor growing larger on my conscious. Little Soldiers puts on display my catharsis and release from this box.   

Humans have always had a fascination with the human form as the body is a contradiction.  The body is both a container and what is contained. By burning the box and the contents, I allow the emotionally loaded materials to be transformed into new forms. Through casting, I have put the materials inside the boundaries of the body so they both carry and become the ashes. This change represents the effects PTSD can have on veterans who not only carry it but are transformed by the weight of it.