I grabbed these wires from the back yard of my family's home, displaced by my father in gradual response to the obsoleteness of his job as an entertainment technician. Originally, they were placed in a circular form that already looked like a nest. I am weaving these cables together as a feminine act that also refers to "dressing the wires," a phrase that refers to placing the wires in a clean fashion within the site of installation. The new work I am doing involves exploring my living at home with my family in the Bay Area as a site of waste and clutter and simultaneously, as a site of home-making. This piece is a portrait of my dad and his job.