Born out of a fetish-driven longing for ergonomic consumer objects, and constructed in an historic Estonian metal casting hangar where countless busts of Soviet leaders were produced, the Hot Tub Piece series exists as an anomalous emblem of the architecture of leisure and desire, and the absurd incursion of late capitalist values into unexpected terrain. The artist's inevitable failure to replicate a sleek factory-direct facade has instead resulted in a Cronenbergian edifice; more closely resembling a cavernous relic which has become host to its own ecosystem. 

Dotted across the preened backyards of American suburbia is a variegated colony of hot tubs, many of which will inevitably become waste due to the negligence of their purchasers and the complexity of their mechanization. This work attempts to contemplate the membrane between the acquisition of luxury goods and the moment when they become waste, and speculate on the consequences, both individual and global.