I was born in 1987 in Virginia.
My body thumps.
I use my body and language as means of query. No modes of working are separate. I am also not separate from my viewer.
Can I forgive myself something? Questions, not answers, are actions. In the moment when my shoulder blade scrapes along the wall and my fingers can’t reach any further, I pause before my knees buckle and I reach a little further.
With urgency, I press forward into fear, failure and the unknown. I figure out a way to exist. I alter myself. I accept my self as no different from yours. And I offer you the same possibilities.
My heart is very near my hand.