Body as sculpture, voice as its echo.
Like a fence with porous boundaries, always shifting.
A detective of dubious attempts, chasing the heavy
and the barely graspable.
Process over permanence, movement over resolution.
An ongoing experiment where form is but a momentary pause —punctuated by Notes app poetry.
Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy. ∆ Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus ∆
Hairline Frequency
Hair as an antenna—women tuning into vibes before Wi-Fi was a thing. Tails still make sense for animals: wagging, warning, showing off. But for humans? We just cut, dye, and complain about frizz. Maybe the signal is still there, buried under conditioner and bad haircuts.
Video/Performance
2022