Sometimes the memory of someone can be a place, moment or item. These things can either haunt us or help us along the way. With Obsolete Machine, I wanted to explore the effort we as humans put into maintaining someone's memory.

I explored my own life and landed upon a memory of an old family friend who maintained these large properties solely after his father's death. In observation, this was to keep the memory of his lost father. He hoarded what would seem to be meaningless things to anyone as an observer. But to him, they were special, the last link to a lasting memory of someone.