July 2, 2006

I hate the idea of surrender. I am not saying you’re wrong in that I may need to do this but the thought of surrender is well so very …unpullyourselfupbythebootstraps! And I am still pulling. 64 blocks, ~9’x9′4″x4″x5″ each blocktar,...

I hate the idea of surrender

Surrender.This infers war.Am I at war? War with whom? Myself? God? Other? Surrender to whom? Surrender to what? 102 blocks, ~2’x6′,4″x4″x5″ each blocktar, plaster, wooden shelf20060

I love my husband; why can’t I be nice

Black paintingtriptych, 2’x6′ eachfound boards, tarfound rope, tar20060

Consciousness empties itself of its content; I just keep talking

Black painting triptych, 2’x6′ each tar, tires on board 20060

The Shadowlands

Black paintingtriptych, 2×6 eachnails, tar, rust on boardtires, tar on boardtar, rust, rope on board White painting2’x2′ eachsatin (from 1950s)paint chips July 20050

I am dysfunction; I function. My own darkness pierces me

3’x5’x7′.Steel ring, tar, tree, cinder blocks, wire.20050

Hum

Both my sculpture and writing skim the surface of the construct of the self, and it leaves me wanting. In that wanting, I realize a loss, an absence. I present the self as an isolated, autonomous, masterful object, when in...

The disconnected connects

The disconnected connects I have fallen into a void where there is no individuality, no unique private world, no authorship or originality. I find myself not in utopia but dystopia. There is no space; there is no silence. All inventions...

Goods control

I allow myself to be DIVERTEDvia consumptive patternswhich in turn neutralizes meas a factor in self and social changeI AM IMPOTENTwith an increasing senseof my own powerlessnessmy attitude of ENTITLEMENTbecomes all the more overwhelmingconsequently leading me backto the acquisition ofadditional...

In that moment before sleep

It is myself that I chasewith hidden hope unrealizedputting on other to find selfpush me pull me swallowing the trailsignificance denied but soughtnot smart enough or talented enough orbeautiful enough or witty enough yetthe hope that a secret grandeur resideswithin...

Not to be safe

I step to the edge of change and wavier there until my own demons pull me back. No. I choose to follow them back. I give myself over. Change is screaming to me and I know it is what I...

Artist statement

The dictates of mediated culture, the dictates of self are so commingled they are indistinguishable—inseparable. Black and white cease in purity. Each becomes embedded with an otherness. The very thing I hate, the thing I swear I won’t do or...

Darn

I thought I had it.Then I lost it.Came to the finishline only to recallthat I could not recollect it.Darn.I was trying to be so very clear.0

My process

I trust the process—research, collective critical analysis, emergent forms from visceral object making, alternate views that manifest themselves via found objects, questioning my assumptions about the nature of things, and daily writing. In silence, I disentangle coagulated knowledge and experience.In...

I enter silence

Writing is about silence. Silence creates an empty space into which I may enter, a place where change may be instigated. Silence is a loud space filled with life, filled with questions, a place to explore pain and delight, future...

Silence

Silence is space. In fullness, silence seizes emptiness. In absence, silence seizes presence. Sense and nonsense merge. The temporal dissociates. The knotted unknots. The cluttered, clotted mass of knowledge and experience unravels. Memory is reanimated and edited. Seeing becomes hearing...