i did this project in boston. this project was about how memory can be fragile without a shared history. i started it because i felt sort of adrift in boston and i wanted to give the red boxes, the remnants of labor, as a symbol of this process and as a physical tie between myself and my community. and then the contemporary museum in hawaii asked me to make it again. so i did. and it seems strange but wonderful to have made this again in hawaii. even though carrying a glass chair in my carry-on luggage was extraordinarily nerve-wracking.