looking up

The ceiling of my summer studio in gym b.

spitting and sputtering

If I had the chance to forget something I would choose to forget the way my body once settled against ex lovers or the grimace that follows bruised egos. Do not get me wrong I would never want to forget the experience of any past relationship or encounter, no matter how horrible or insignificant. I just want to be free of those lonely shivers that come in the night. Free of burnt cheeks of shame. Free of the pesky twitches my body goes through in its remembering. I want to challenge those corporal emotions and create tools and processes to survive them. If my body is attentive in its recollection of ache and brutal in its memory of bliss then it surely can be used to repair the two.

Visually I am attracted to images of the body in distorted or abstract circumstances. My work describes situations in which uncomfortable, surreal, and acutely pleasurable pictures are unraveling, not unlike watching someone pull a splinter from the palm of their hand. The moments of contrast are important. They emphasize the existence of two opposite feelings melding together.

I am intrigued by boundaries both physical and cerebral, personal and general. There are moments in my work that are uneasy and awkward to watch, especially for me. I would like to think in the space between my uneasiness and the viewers uneasiness there lies possibility.