Bones of My Meaning
There’s little I can say that will be truer than my lines that surround you. The work is made without any preconceived ideas of what I want to say, or make, or how I want to move through the world. Drawing is all of those things to me. I come to the blank page and begin with a word or a mark that arises from the darkness, the underbelly of a moment, a place before thought or form. Right now. I write and draw using my non-dominant left hand exclusively because it bypasses my censoring, thinking mind. I want to learn something about myself I did not know. In the spontaneous, playful space of making, I learn about secrets I want to keep hidden, about the gap between you the listener and me the speaker, about a language of my body in action – breath, sound, muscle, bone, dream, and memory all moving, marking, speaking in unison. I want my words to fill your body – there is nothing here for you to understand. My hope is that the ambiguity between the legible words and the abstract marks allows a space for you, the viewer, to find your own subtexts and to freely associate within the piece. By pasting fragments of me with the glue of you, you may experience the fluid nature of personality and being in the shared time between us.