re.vealed

dismantling the stageset for a secret

Stageset For a Secret

secret performance went on behind this corner stageset at my review last year. what began as a way to take a break from looking at a previous corner piece that wasn't working, turned dramatically theatrical, so i went with it. minimalism really isn't my style.

the orange that stayed in my bag

an orange stayed in a plastic bag inside my backpack, where a moist bit of brownie caused a paperclip to rust itself onto the orange, producing a mould that matched the wall color of my studio at the time. this was last year. posting now, because i packed it up yesterday.

"the caress of the eye over the skin is so utterly, so extraordinarily.. .."

"the caress of the eye over the skin is so utterly, so extraordinarily gentle, and the sensation is so bizarre that it has something of a rooster's horrible crowing."

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"she's very strong--she's an artist."

bunnies need altitude, too

still enthralled with tripod

i slept in an igloo

instruction for interaction a.

some kind of bill brandt landscape

some bunnies have teeth

"compulsive exhibitionists"

i was accused of being too linear. fancy that. in the context of a surreal and performative conversation. by a fellow on rollerblades at an art opening. this has never happened to me before. i'm going to start speaking in straight lines.

not my forte

for medina

i began using a tripod.

memory. i hate you.

a collaboration between a.b., the Maus, and myself. a.b. made the cookie for a grad school seminar several years ago. i feel the Maus needs a presence online, as we collaborated for 13 years.