My art practice resides in the guts. It aims to liberate the feral body, the beast, trapped inside the cultural trance of the socially constructed being.
It begins from a place of curiosity and an affinity towards questions without answers.
It is where I can free my natural-won weird humor. Where I can allow many complex feelings and ideas to constantly attack each other, and where the duking out of extreme pain and extreme joy renders an absurd fun.
It is a personal practice for creating space for myself and the artists who journey with me in inquiry, experimentation, and play. It is a space where we can exercise the body to access the portals to our own interiority, a doorway to the wild self, and to deeper consciousness and connection with our own unique passions and poetry.
The work is many-eyed. It is a delicate tapestry woven together out of the instincts and deep intuitions, the dreams, excitements, sadness, questions, longings and understandings of the many unique bodies I am so grateful to share my wanderings with.
Through a preoccupation with that which is messy, fragile, vulnerable and chaotic, it is a space to be in one’s body with certainty and pride regardless of the body’s gifts and limitations.
My art questions intimacy in the modern age, and therefore creating a space for a deeply beautiful mess of a journey with its audience is an essential obsession of mine.
I want the audience to care, and I want the audience to play, laugh, hold their breath, walk away with more questions and feel a little bit like they just got off a roller coaster ride.