writing
i have not written for a long time. i havent read for a long time either. which informed the other? they must equally inform this desire for silence. ive had trouble hearing myself. a question passes through me and its too loud to discover the answer, since honest answers are a surprise to even the thinker themselves. but surprises need time and theres not enough time. the questions keep coming. it makes me feel stupid. it makes me overwhelmed.
medium
ive been dabbling in them all. jewelry, textile, ceramic - each with potentials and limitations. i think of myself as a post disciplinary artist with craft training. in craft, skill embeds itself as bodily memory. it provides the creative and philosophical impulse with language to express in. i am indebted; metal, textile, and ceramic have taught me innumerable lessons
frankenstein
born mute, unwilling, interstitial, an affinity forms between one creature of the soothless teet for another. monster to explain a fear that strikes their hearts dumb, when all have ceded the same birthright. in my lap rest your head and in that moment of contact the snake goes on swallowing its tail without fail.