Around the age of 8 I became obsessed with Rube Goldberg and his elaborate, theoretical machines. Here was someone, I thought, who took play seriously, and what's more, made a living doing it. I suppose it didn't hurt that I was also a big fan of Home Alone, a coming of age story in which a boy defends his family's home with little more than string, tacks, and a couple of paint cans.
My room was rigged. Using a series of pulleys, weights, and snaps (those whites things you throw on the ground and explode), I used to engineer machines that would wake me if someone were to open my door.
So here I am at ITP being asked to create a Rube Goldberg machine whose function is to crack an egg. There are, of course, any number of ways to crack an egg - but for what purpose? Being a lover of fried eggs, I thought to put my machine to work, making not only an egg, but bacon, as well, and dusting it off with a little salt and pepper for good measure.