The kitchen fridge at home

is not dissimilar to a time capsule. Digging through the mid-sized General model is a bit like an archeological dig in Pompeii, back in the day when it was still buried in volcanic ash. Look! Roman aged bread and wheat preserved in ashes! In the case of the Wong's Residence, thanks to my mum's obsession with NOT throwing anything away, EVER, the deceivingly small fridge, vault-like in capacity, now houses a historical collection of foods: preserved dried scallops (I swear they've been there since I was 12), boxes of expired chocolates (almost none were ever opened *sigh*), half consumed bags of beef and pork jerky, a giant box of cheese crackers that should have been thrown out four years ago, and the like...

Mum suggested I make food sculptures out of all this when I become a famous artist. "Hmm this is an interesting time-based piece... look at how the material itself is perishing without the aid of humans and technological intervention!" Or something. Andy Goldsworthy, look out!