The third installment of Stuck That Way. Consumer objects become data as they pass through the self. Irony meets sincerity as real emotions are explored.

All of this inspired from re-discovering my late father's VHS camera. When I found the camera again, it had the original sales receipt in the case. I had this deeply spiritual epiphany that this camera was once another consumer object, but now it is a profoundly potent artifact of my father's spirit.

Yes consumerism is crass, but sometimes our purchases define us in a good way, simply because we touch them while we are alive.

In the spirit of my dad, this is definitely me just clowning around. But underneath there is a positive reckoning with real grief, and the story of a transformation.