Show One | 03.27.2026
Vivian Rose Acuff
GRAPHIC DESIGN
Growing up moving from house to house, I learned that labels could not be trusted. Boxes marked “silverware” might hold Halloween decorations, and after a while I had to get really good at guessing. I learned at an early age to look beyond surfaces. To see through the walls of limitation. This chair was manufactured with a limit. To bear only the weight of a child and to function only to be sat in. It survived not because of this singular use, but because it was adaptable.
It now stands as the oldest object of my past while my favorite material things exist on disposable cameras. Although, I found that when you look at blue too long, it begins to look back. After a while, this mundane plastic chair became admirable. As I stare at its damages from serving as a stepping stool, a box wedge, or a tv stand in an empty room – it always supported a sense of stillness despite going completely unseen. From what felt like constant movement, I no longer remember linearly, but I recall memories through associations. Casual storytelling becomes a game of charades.
Was it the house with rose bushes?
The one that was always cold?
Relying on my senses and spatial awareness, I try to find myself in houses that are no longer mine. Through collage, I construct a sense of home from fragments of another.