9/20/14 9/20/14

Intermittent Transmission

6/15/14 6/15/14

Static I, II, III

4/19/14 4/19/14

Decoding Grief

6/15/13 6/15/13

freckle constellation

The movement and presence of stars are material we’ve use for millennia to mark our place in the world and navigate by. During a research trip to Ireland two years ago I visited the derelict home of my great-grandfather. As I travelled through the country, I found myself surrounded by people with the same abundance of freckles as I have. Our chaotic skins seemed to make up for the lack of stars so often obscured by the cloud cover common there. This abundance tied us to the landscape, and in response, I photographed my own freckles and made a paper map of them, interleaving pressed wildflowers as constellations (Figure 8). The paper maps hang above head-level to replace the naturally found drawing of stars in the sky with constellations of freckles. Thus I tied my inherited physical traits to the landscape of my ancestors.

5/10/13 5/10/13

what I might have said

The drawings in what I might have said respond to a paper origami balloon I kept in my pocket over several weeks. The paper balloon functions as vessel for breath, as well as potential container for words and phrases that cannot be adequately articulated. The air in them becomes pregnant with possibility. The drawings borrow their compositions from the creases left in an unfolded balloon. The marks found in each panel are systemized codifications of text from an old book never read. The marks become asemic, suggesting story and cadence, but denying specifics. They abstract into constellations, map-like and star-like at once.

5/8/13 5/8/13

vessel for the unspoken

5/1/13 5/1/13

News [wherever the wind blows us]

4/20/13 4/20/13

writ on silken seas

“Writ on Silken Seas” is a sculptural tribute to the labor of waiting. Hand-dyed silk stretched over bamboo rods and then smocked with sewing pins to make an irregular (binary) pattern on the surface. Next to the growing pile of framed silk are more materials, more silk, more bamboo, pins glitter in a wooden bowl. As a “performance in stasis” the maker is not present, it’s not clear if the work is being made or unmade. The labor of writing and the labor of waiting coexist in my retelling of the story of Penelope weaving and unweaving her cloth while hoping for the safe return of Odysseus—perpetual rewritten love letters never sent, edited and re-edited ad nauseam.