Come this way.
The chair is warmed up for you.
I want to show you something, anything. Let’s pass it back and forth.
It is unclear what I mean to you, can you understand that?
I am a coward and can’t speak until spoken to
and even then the odds are slim.
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I painted floorboards because it felt good and grounding. My work hovers around the intersection of fantasy and reality. How do the fantastical elements call upon reality to give them meaning? And how observations in reality can slip into the fantastical just by a certain framing. I like to use textiles and cardboard to construct structures that call back to childhood. But the inhabitants have not been children for a long time. The structures are used to house idiosyncratic objects and imagery particular to characters I am working with in my studio narrative.

I have been printing textiles using watercolor monotype and etchings and binding them into books. Material sickness, desire, and the abject are things I am thinking about while still trying to express a positive and resourceful outlook.
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I found these things and have taken them and they are mine.
Now I have to sit with them.
My feet smell really bad today, do you want to smell?
I will repeatedly ask you to smell things that are not enjoyable because in some way it is good for you.
Welcome, kind of, into my space.