From the Body, For the Body, Of the Body
The life of a ceramic object will exceed my life expectancy.
My body aches, my joints feel like they are tearing apart and filled with fluid at the same time, my muscles feel like they are shredding, and my skin feels like it is on fire while also being so tender and thin it might tear just from looking at it. Breathing alone hurts. I am in pain and it is killing me. This all happens internally, no one sees.
Materials are real, alive like skin they breathe, record, change, grow translating and becoming an extension of myself. They act as a timeline that mimics human life and existence. I explore the fragility of materiality. Fragility that edges its way morbidly into non-existence, once tangible becoming intangible. Humbling. Objects for the body, from the body and of the body.
Estranged objects become surrogates for the reality of my experience. These surrogates are versions of sensory prostheses. simplified and extreme versions of a subtle experience. The work is in the little moments when few people are paying attention.