Laundry on the Floor
ASSORTED TEXTILES,
ASSEMBLAGE OF FABRIC MATERIALS,
SOME POLYESTER BLENDS
36" X 34" X 3.5"
I’m challenging you to step around this piece, or rather it is challenging you to challenge your own sense of spatial realness. Your personal geography is now dictated by how you step around it. Rather the piece just straight up invited you to engage in a confrontation of your own geospatial sense of identity as conferred in HOW you MOVE in SPACE but also, by extension, what it is to be fucking human.
The Bath (study iv)
FIBERGLASS, CERAMIC TILE,
SUGGESTION OF MILDEW,
CHICKEN WIRE, HUMAN HAIR
59″ × 39″
As one observes, the tub isn’t in use as an established container for water. I never bathe because the only thing I can submerge myself fully in is my art. If I do something that suggests lavage, it is merely a ritualistic take on a conventional activity that dares the engager to consider the implications of cleansing and the fluidity and celestiality of sex—possible themes: having it, not having it, crying during it, because Scorpio is a water sign? [expand on this]. I feel like I might also be able to use the word dichotomy here [also TBD].
Window 2 (what)
GLASS, CONCRETE, STEEL BARS
500mm x 16"
Lets talk about gazes.
The male gaze, the matriarchal gaze, choose your own adventure with this one. Everything is a suggestion, like a proposal of an implication of things, right? So I’m like suggesting you “get” it but honestly it doesn’t even matter if the works are viewed, because viewership is an ephemerality that I can’t really handle at this point in my practice. FYI my practice is about elevating the ordinary and focusing on practicing my practice and art.