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Production Valued | Solo show, Nov 2017

Production Valued | Solo show, Nov 2017

Not Attempting Translation | Dec 2017

Not Attempting Translation | Dec 2017

Dispatch 6.03 | Jan 2018

Dispatch 6.03 | Jan 2018

Besharam Bindis | Feb 2018

Besharam Bindis | Feb 2018

Self as State/as Self | August 2017

Self as State/as Self | August 2017

Digital Monologue | Ongoing

Digital Monologue | Ongoing

The Coalition Convention Booth | May 2017

The Coalition Convention Booth | May 2017

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hiding from mouse infestation at @georgiarhodes + @ndentamaro’s house and snotting all over their house with my sick self - but we made this block ~sculpture~ today and it feels like a breakthrough in my work regarding color theory + exploring ideas of mobility, transience, and the possibility of collaboration
a whole different kind of living when I am here. feel more connected to this place, and am happy and grateful for finding my way to more tender souls this year so far, but this world feels like a world I go to when I dream - completely separate from the rest of my life - but I don’t know what that means or if it’s real. I don’t know what the rest of my life is. . Have our brains evolved enough to truly hold the reality of multiple lives in multiple isolate geographical locations simultaneously? what does our brain think when we get into a plane and leave one distinct place/peoples for another half a day later? is it possible for us to really know that all those worlds truly exist at once? . Also I am very sick and sleep deprived (due to apartment mouse infestation) and just took NyQuil so maybe just ignore me.
two old friends trying to have a conversation - poetic failures, lost ancestral knowledge, and yearning