I started the project by making myself an ant costume. Then, I visited the places where I grew up, placing ant houses I made out of unfired clay whenever I saw an ant. I wore that ant costume to make the ants feel comfortable, but that feeling was not necessarily reciprocal. I don’t know if the ants cared about the houses I made for them, or the fact I was in an ant costume. I don’t even know if they noticed me there as a help or as a threat. The act of comforting the insignificant, however, is an important one to me, which made me feel a sort of okay-ness in my attempts to care. I think about the inferior and the inadequate often as things that areunseen or overlooked. Maybe some partof me relates to those things. I am drawn to ants because they’re so small and when they are by themselves, alone, outside their hive, they are kind of sad to me. They seem lost and so small and fragile.