I started with a bucket of rusty old bolts given to me by my father. He had collected them throughout his life. Growing up, he would tell me to pick up screws, nuts, or bolts if I had seen any lying on the ground, "You might be able to use them for something." he would say It was a practice he had perfected; he never had to buy screws. When something was missing a fastener, he always had a match in his trusty bag of oddball screws. His frugality imprinted in me. The cost of materials so high, and piles of unwanted product, growing ever higher due to our consumer society. I found myself seeing art in uprooted trees, nuts, bolts, parts of everyday items left for dead. Like a child calling out shapes in the clouds, I started "Frankensteining" these parts together in my head. With a passion for creation and fed-up with the wasteful nature of the consumer society, Fallen Hollow began taking root.