I confess, I often mess up and break things. Sometimes I pretend it’s intentional—an aesthetic or conceptual choice—but it’s almost always an accident and I usually feel bad about it. But wholeness is precarious and no fun.
The goal of my artistic practice is nurturing spaces where no one has to be whole, where there is no need to justify your existence or have your shit together. Where you can be intimate like a dog, with co-presence and gesture alone. So I make little treasures, gifts, and offerings… and rituals that fail. Inspired by home, loneliness, hybridity, and misunderstanding, my socially engaged projects, performances, paintings, and assemblages are invitations into dreamy and emotionally demanding spaces, surreal portals to hold each other from afar.