Art for softness, for hardness. For translation. For communication of things that don’t fit into text, Of nuance and complicated feeling Of everything in between.

The work here is more personal, less disposable. It encompasses the whole of me, everything familiar and comforting, everything mechanic and repulsive. At its greatest it is both in one. I try to communicate how the body feels, a visceral memory. This work is not a linear document, it is an exploration of the maze of self. I want familiarity, honesty and comfort. Affirmation, corroboration, and reassurance. And I’d like it upfront. I hunger for material, for softness. Visceral and factual. Intuitive and instinctive. These are of the muscles and of the heart. I strive to communicate these things but I know it is not possible to have your body feel the way mine does, and it is not possible to translate my memory of muscle. I hope there is nothing here that you can pin on me, I hope that the sense of my identity disolves in some way and you see me as being and body and feeling. I could try and describe it to you but the only way you’ll know is through your own experience. And when you feel it, it wont be mine, it will be yours. I strive to communicate what I feel, but in the end, if I succeed, what you see here will make you feel something about your own self, your own soft skin, your own harsh body

Balsam Mask gas mask, balsam needles

Chambers for a Memory Palace Oak desk, onion skins, window

As If It Were My Own pig skin, grass

Chambers for a Memory Palace 2 performance, grass dresses, beez wax, onion skins

My Angel Rocks back and Forth with Grass Gown HD video and hospital gown sewn with grass