Upon empty floor plans and desolate spaces there exists a new narrative - A narrative that does not attempt to tell a story, nor does it ask to be understood. Questions of morality and the persona of God. Speaking languages that should not be spoken and addressing circumstances that are best ignored - All the while maintaining the separation between questioning and confidence. This is what we do to ourselves. The manipulation of time and space, the ephemeral and performative - The opening of unopened boxes, a process allowing the contents to be revealed as human. Line upon line, precept upon precept, we’re interested in the middle ground - A shade of grey and unanimous confusion. Become what we’ve made and make what we’ve become. A state of being and likewise making that is less consumed by object and product but rather process and practice. Take us the foxes, the little red foxes - for it is they that spoil the vine. We shall be called vine spoilers.
I’m interested in social phenomena and our attempts to connect with one another by way of personal vulnerability. My current work explores these social and inter-personal handicaps and strives to make them tangible in the creation of wooden objects that restrict, confine and cripple those that engage them. Acting as a falsified extension of the human body, these objects are then aggressively prostituted in the execution of a performative act - a ritual or gesture in which they are ultimately stained, violated, and destroyed.