Hannah Tripp





Momma, These People Don't Understand Pot Roast
I am concerned with the aesthetics and implications of cheap eating. Looking back at my childhood to the present, I've noticed an uncomfortable relationship between my diet and my class. There is comfort and familiarity but simultaneously frustration. These pots interrogate not just why working-class people have a close relationship to convenience foods but also the relationship between these foods and shame.My use of bright color and layers is a direct inspiration from the semiotics of packaging and advertising, while the forms themselves range from amusingly tiny to confrontingly large. Joyful depictions of my meals recontextualize the imposed negative morality and devaluing of these foods. The representation of such a mass-produced product on a bespoke pot gives it importance. When I have guests, I bring out the good dishes. With this set I assert that what I eat is worth sharing; it's not junk.