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SELF-IDENTIFICATIONS
[Stage1, Stage2, Stage3]
1 installation; 3 activations.
—Satin set, satin and velvet soft sculptures with hand sewn ruffles, acetone print collages on fabric, Marie Antoinette wig, found objects, self?—
The ongoing archiving of the cyber-self, iterative identities in the surveillance age, and euphoric (dis)figurations that occur online vs in art school are some of the themes dealt with in my latest body of work.
Yours truly’s mother tongue is decadence, but what happens when the implications of a rococo sensibility meet the icy sheen of a digital interface?
What’s missing in these photos is the floating screen, sliced to the proportions of my computer screen on which I projected the video performance linked here, grappling with self identification in systems of surveillance…
AMARE E LA FINE DEL MONDO
New York City, 2025
Experimenting with opacity and light design in my new multimedia installation “Amare e la Fine del Mondo”
The work features three hand crafted mdf panels reminiscent of old school theatre set designs and a series of charcoal drawings on crumpled paper.
Exploring themes of grief and despair, a brutal wasteland is promptly interrupted by hidden large scale drawings and occasional video projections reminiscing (or proposing) a pulse of life in an otherwise desolate climate. Text is rendered illegible by texture and displaced language and public interaction is promoted by a dual reading of the pieces in the space.
Themes of migration, fractured lineages and political uncertainty are expressed via the overlapping of drawings made on crumpled tracing paper, a pictorial use of lighting and a spatial design that places the viewer in the ambiguous role of both actor and audience.
ENTER THE CITADEL!
Part I, II, III
Graphite on paper
18X24 inches
2024
The city! The city! The citadel! Hair loss and cosmic derailment. Step right up folks and get lost in my three part drawing exploring— exploring....? exploring.
Is the city just a clump of tangled hair that fell off the head of another cosmic trainwreck? Would you feel less alone if we talked about it? Maybe we should take up a new language and connect to beings from this realm and the next. Does anyone know the difference between milk, cream and half and half??
How else, if not conjuring ghosts, gods and tricksters, will we ever be able to talk to each other? I'm asking for a friend.