Chris M Yee
Dust
2024
Resin, Dust
12 x 10 x 5 cm

Dust is mainly human waste. As we live our days - running late, playing dress up, crying in bed, looking for misplaced keys, and hosting birthdays - the dust pile grows in silence. It grows delicately underneath our bed frames and in the corner of our rooms, a trace of our existence. In a sense, it's a collection of time and memory. It is proof of our endurance and livelihood. It can be the last thing we leave behind and the biggest nuisance in our lives. Dust is the collective residue of our lives, a quiet and shy reminder of everything we are and all that occurs. We are always losing things and they may never return, but we can see their existence again in the dust they left behind. Like our memories flickering with time, the dust of our existence scatters into thin air.