Gus Williams is from a family of house flipping hobos always looking for the next train to nowhere in particular. He is currently settled in the small town of Bristol, Maine, but throughout his life his family has spent more time fixing up and moving out than moving in. By the time he got to 12th grade he had already been in 14 different schools. The only reason Augustus has been in Bristol so long is his dad’s distaste for all things less than perfection. If you can find a problem in everything you will spend your time fixing anything, this is his father’s curse.  

But like any bad itch you occasionally need someone behind you with an extra hand to scratch it, and that was Gus’ job. He was at the constant beck and call of a man who would spend the entire day thinking out loud about the best way to do something, just to eventually say fuck it and start a project at nine o’clock at night and not stop till it was finished. While he resented it for many years, eventually Gus learned that what he thought were chores and boring lectures were actually trades, skills, and techniques for creating. 

So Gus took his resume that he slowly built under his father’s reign and went looking for jobs. To his surprise there were a large number of people out there willing to pay him for the work he had been doing for free for years. Jumping from trade to trade like he once did houses, Gus absorbed every ounce of knowledge he could before moving onto the next. Never turning down a job he slowly and steadily became the Gus of all gigs.

But this wasn’t the goal but a means to an end, an end he began to crave. A craving to not only repair what already was, but to create what had never been. Never having the patience for drawing or the steady hand for painting Gus discovered he could create sculptures and concepts out of the very materials he was handling on a daily basis. That a material produced with the purpose of creating art has nothing to say about the human experience, unlike the objects we interact with on a daily basis. His process was to use the subject matter in a way his father never could, expressively. There was no need for sketching, over thinking and planning because these items had their own limitations and logic, all he had to do was find the right pair and translate their relationship. By combining universal household objects with the materials and processes used to build the houses themselves Gus found a method of communicating concepts that were relatable to him as well as others. 

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