Found objects collaged on 4 x 6 inch vintage postcards, 2016
Postcards: To is a means of examining how one moves forward from the past. It aims to define movement and progress by coopting the written stories of travel that are obscured to varying degrees by found objects. The previous owners of the postcards, both the writers and recipients, had no means of knowing where these cards might end up one day.
In using objects that have been discarded and donated to entities other than the artist, Postcards: To creates a universal story of growing up and beyond the past— a process that is at some moments sweet, inconsistently upsetting, and often triumphant.
The finished work will be a complication of 50-100 cards presented in a closed vintage suitcase. The suitcase will be embroidered with the words “Open With Care.”
Viewers are encouraged to go through the suitcase and handle the cards, rearranging them in any way they see fit. In letting strangers touch and possibly harm the art, the work aims to mimic the way in which growth is both a communal and vulnerable process.
Stop hiring rapists and predators.
a little while longer
Site-specific installation with 13 X 19 inch, pigmented inkjet prints, thread and bed sheets, 2016
Traumatic experiences have a tendency to stay with their victims long after the incident has passed. Survivors of sexual assault often lose their sense of bodily autonomy—the very basis of humanity is stolen. This impacts relationships with their bodies and with intimate spaces. There are days it’s impossible to get into bed and days it’s impossible to leave.
a little while longer is a look into the small, often quiet battles that take place after trauma. It’s an attempt to decipher, on a personal level, what parts of our trauma still cling to us. These fragments of our assault can be a smell, a position, an object. The work has us find which aspects of ourselves and our sexuality we have left to reclaim. It’s also a defiant statement of how far we’ve come, both individually and collectively. a little while a longer is a lingering moment of solidarity and, if possible, growth. In discovering how our assault haunts us, we take one more step towards recovery.
These images serve as vignettes of trauma; the objects therein serve as formidable odes to what each participant has or will eventually overcome. The subject’s identities are as diverse and interconnected as their stories, each frozen moment a nod to the next. Those who participate—both subjects and viewers—are asked to come to terms with the physicality of the space they consume. In this way, a little while longer is as much a performance as it is an installation.
Vintage Advertisements, NASA Images, 2016
Space Anxiety thumbs its nose at aggressive heterosexuality and patriarchal attachment to gender norms. We laugh at the rigidity of these systems that have historically relied on false information and fear mongering, yet still hold ourselves accountable to their standards. The text within the images are made from major and minor changes to the original ads—surprisingly wordy essays imploring your pathos to buy that soup lest your husband fall out of love—to create a new, queer realm of anxiety.
What affect does the threat of losing one’s husband have on the closeted lesbian? Can we really pretend pinkwashing the army is the answer to US Imperialism? How long can the housewife convince herself that her husband’s apathy isn’t actually soup-related? What are the soapy implications of a non-binary person who desires both the pink shampoo and the woman who uses it? Can you really please your partner if you don’t disinfect your vagina?
Woody Fox Fucks Gabriel Clark in Secret Diary of An Escort
Big Trans Hooah
It's Definitely the Germs He's Afraid Of
Inkjet prints of collaged bodily fluids and found objects, 2016
Save up what makes you uncomfortable.
Let it get stuck under your nails, then wash your hands well. Rummage through drawers and boxes and let the dust make you sneeze. Let it leak, then bottle it up.
Reflex / Reflects
2014-2015, Inkjet Prints, varying sizes 11’’ x 16’’ - 27’’ x 40’’
What is one to do with a body? Bodies that are neither male nor female, bodies that are dark, bodies that are cracked. Spaces under construction, dusty and broken and waiting to be renewed. Or, at the very least, repaired. The spaces in which we hate ourselves fall into entropy just as quickly. We bleach, and paint, and pluck, and scrape. Reflex/Reflects is a look into your inherent disgust of bodies. You hate the porn you watch and you hate the body that reacts to it. You hate bodies that make you question your sexuality and you fear black bodies.