Seenahm.


Seenahm is a Los Angeles-based media artist from Bangkok, Thailand. She got her BA in Design Media Arts at UCLA, working with a variety of mediums and styles. In her work, she marries audio and visual components, and incorporates both new and analog media into her projects. Her works have been screened in public venues including the Ogden Arts Center. She is currently working at the hyperreality studio, Clap On Clap Off, using methods such as machine learning and generative design to create collaborative art between machine and human.

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In a time where things are quickly produced, used, and discarded instantly, we all end up creating and compiling just a unfathomable amount of waste. Because there is such an abundance of things in the world, things start to lose its value more and more all the time.

Junk doesn’t pertain to just garbage though, it also applies to the things in our lives that we all have: the things sitting in the back of your dresser, in the bottom drawer of your desk, in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your closet. The things that you own that you don’t have any use for, or isn’t significant enough. Junk.


We all have junk, some more than others. I am guilty of this. I don’t want to say that I’m a hoarder, but I’m lingering somewhere on the boarder of the definition of the word. I just can’t seem to come to terms with getting rid of a lot of stuff that I own. Even the most useless, broken items I have, I have trouble getting rid of simply because of the memories attached to each item. I believe that everything a person owns should at the very least be a reminder of something to the owner. I always try to get rid of my things. At least a couple times a year, I try to do a cleaning “purge”. Sometimes I am successful, and sometimes I just can’t seem to let go of anything. Every meaningless thing has at least *some* assigned significance.


What if I buy someone else’s junk and assign meaning to it. Give worth back to the objects.


I have trouble getting rid of simply because of the memories attached to each item. I believe that everything a person owns should at the very least be a reminder of something to the owner. I always try to get rid of my things. At least a couple times a year, I try to do a cleaning “purge”. Sometimes I am successful, and sometimes I just can’t seem to let go of anything. Every meaningless thing has at least “some” assigned significance.

I wanted to find objects that somone no longer saw any value in and try assign some significance of my own to each of the items by giving them new meaning, and returning value back to them. In order for the person to come to obtain these objects to begin with, they must have had some kind of purpose and meaning to the past owner.


To discover and find new meanings for these items, I have decided to break up the keywords of each item and try to dig deeper to find a significant meaning behind each object.



2019