I feel as though I am creating these spaces to simulate the outside world—bringing in flowers, pollen pods and packaging material to keep me company, as though to impose the objects into having a similar experience; to feel what I’m feeling, or to tell me how they feel, so that I, too, can know for myself. The floral and plastic phrases as an isolated statement sound differently than they do as a collective whole. skewed shifting, gentle pinging floats in as an isolated glitch, a still recording and manipulation. The digitized, gelatinous and transitional forms hold my feelings of nostalgia, rumination, regurgitation, gestation and desperate preservation. A reliable incongruence with pockets of clarity. A dripping dream of touch. It is an elaborate reframing and prodding of a slippery attempt to grasp ambiguity.
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
skewed shifting, gentle pinging, 2020, digitized dried flowers, tomato vine, mint, celery, and bubble wrap
My interests echo disparities in human connection. Or holding nostalgia. Or the interlocking evolutions of the personal. My process is pushed through multimedia approaches that encapsulate the limitations of material—by adding layers that prevent closeness, or exploring repetitive and contradictory language that stimulates loss, or complicates meaning. I consider my own instinctual grooves (Where does my body want to go?) along with the potential of the material itself (What does the material do best? When does it falter?). Recent thought threads revolve around the influence of language association, relationship formation, limitations of intimacy, complications of comfort, emotional residue, repetition (of the mundane), and the occasional sprinkle of moronic humor.