move.
Through moving, I choreograph my body, my environment and situate objects. Existence is outlined when we move together. Each new season The diver submerges into the deep end, sinking underwater, then floating to the surface. The body split between two worlds, above and below the water. It is in that in-between place my subconscious begins to manifest.
manifest.
There is a collections of associative fragments, caught by a net waving towards the fleeting. Cloth sculptures collapse physically, abandoning there shapes. They give into folding. There are envelopes in drawers addressed to those who walk on by. Tiny boxes made of painted paper containing energy stones and clothing pieced together as collaged skins with subliminal messages stitched inside. There is an open dialogue spread between diaries, books, and Word documents becoming the architecture for ideas and thoughts, drafting a landscape of mental maps. These manifestations are the creative process. The accumulation of parts, tucked away, a form of hidden intimacy. They become the rabbit in the hat.
magic.
I play tricks through a series of non-commitments, a type of mirage, now you see it now you don’t. peek-a-boo. Each manifestation is pulled from a pool of fragments. Bringing fragments to the surface, I compose them into whole collages, but the parts grow and change becoming mental tangents. Rarely is a piece fixed. Completion is a kind of death. I am optimistic for all circumstances to change and see it as evidence of being alive. Dare I ask how far we can go together? Lets look at what it means to live and exist. Lets look at what it means to die and haunt.
haunt.
The projected images are ghosts, flickering on white transparent fabric, hanging in space and illuminated by the projection light. Making film tangible. The desire to make the projected images physical. The fabric is folded into architectural forms and pleats, referencing the concrete forms of abandoned Eastern Bloc architecture. Concrete masts looming in vacant landscapes. They stand alone as monuments to the failed attempts at revolution. They haunt us, marking a past effort at utopia. What if I define a space for us to meet; it will be neither here nor there, it will be in-between. We can drop out and remain untethered. We will create rituals and ceremonies to perform, synchronizing, reliving our youth, and honoring aging. We will reach towards intimacy, even if our hands pass through each other.