house centipede, typical.
8.5”x10”
graphite on handmade paper recyled
from old sketchbook pages, journal
entries, flora, clothing fibers, etc.
i’m becoming more and more process-driven as time goes on, attempting to use intent and ritual in a more focused and directed way to emphasize meditation on the subject. paper becomes a representationof the psyche with drawings on top depicting abstracted thought.
as stems and flower petals undulate through the surface, it speaks to both a physical and an emotional texture. as some things come to the front and are processed emotionally, they are at any moment able to flake off and remove themselves, leaving only a scar where they once were.
others, however, remain completely obfuscated; only visible from their shadow and projection of light to the surface.
now irremovable, these things are built into the fabric of being.
COMPANION WITH TREE
DIGGING.
a work-in-progress self-publication. documentation and research.
i dig the tunnels so that when the explorers find my body it’ll fetch a rare price.
i’ve been here for years - excavating and burrowing myself deeper. collapse is always a looming threat, but i am dilligent.
i gather water from the aquifers and feast on creatures with many legs. i have everything i need here to keep digging.
i hear the footsteps treading above my hollowed ground, trudging along until they too become vague and distant. i wonder if they can feel it - the cavern beneath their feet.
they find me wearing those gifted denim overalls. hand-me-downs. from person to person, another to another - it was a long chain of exchange to get here. i get a satisfaction out of being the last one to wear them.
long after the rest of me has slid off and been given to those that patrol my halls, these are the things that will remain.
i’ve been here for years - excavating and burrowing myself deeper. collapse is always a looming threat, but i am dilligent.
i gather water from the aquifers and feast on creatures with many legs. i have everything i need here to keep digging.
i hear the footsteps treading above my hollowed ground, trudging along until they too become vague and distant. i wonder if they can feel it - the cavern beneath their feet.
they find me wearing those gifted denim overalls. hand-me-downs. from person to person, another to another - it was a long chain of exchange to get here. i get a satisfaction out of being the last one to wear them.
long after the rest of me has slid off and been given to those that patrol my halls, these are the things that will remain.
BABA YAGA
BABA YAGA (2020)
11”x14”
INDIA AND ALCOHOL INK on paper
exhibited in //11”x14”
INDIA AND ALCOHOL INK on paper
2021 - Group Exhibition, A World Away, A Thought Apart, Gallery Petite, Brooklyn, NY. (curated by Tyrome Tripoli)
the crooked house across the street
the crooked house across the street (2022)
GOUACHE, OIL PASTEL, CHARCOAL, AND GRAPHITE ON PAPER
GOUACHE, OIL PASTEL, CHARCOAL, AND GRAPHITE ON PAPER
simulacrum (series)
a mixed media series exploring thoughtforms and mindscapes.
simulacrum, from the latin. an image, a likeness, a specter, an imitation.
oil, charcoal, ink
oil, ink, collage, masking tape
OIL, INK
OIL
tree
8.5”x10”
gouache, ink, and graphite on handmade paper
recycled from sketchbook pages, journal entries,
and fibers from my clothing.
COMPANION WITH HOUSE CENTIPEDE, TYPICAL.
I Am Going To Set Myself On Fire On Your Front Lawn
i am going to set myself on fire on your front lawn (2022)
8.5”x10”
graphite on handmade paper recyled
from old sketchbook pages, journal
entries, and flora.
8.5”x10”
graphite on handmade paper recyled
from old sketchbook pages, journal
entries, and flora.
a depiction of love, resentment, despair, and happiness existing simultaneously to amplify each other. parasitic and natural.