My parents visited and spent a few days at my apartment recently. When they left I found this arrangement on my marble chimney – a collection of the coins my father had gathered on his trip, with the apartment’s key topping this assemblage.
My dad – an engineer/business man – managed to effortlessly and unintentionally capture the essence of why I am more like him than I ever thought. We both have obsessive-compulsive tendencies and are innately inclined to provide an aestheticized order to the disorderly. The main difference is that I do it and call it ‘art’. For him it’s merely what he does to feel at ease with the chaos around him.

I immediately ran for my camera to capture this realization before I obsessively reorganized my place to the way it was before my parents’ visit.