Pine resin, tweezers, grass, clover, cotton thread, dirt, time
2015 - present
I dig up small sections of land across the continental United States. Each piece of land is labeled with its zip-code and market value, as their values change, so do their titles.
I dig up sections of land across the continental United States. These are the holes left behind.
Casting is a Mourner's Plea
plaster, latex, fishing line, my discarded bedding and clothing
Studies in Space (surfaces)
latex casts of ground surfaces
A Remedy for the Homesick
This piece was made during a period of homesickness, when I had a desire to be in two places at once: at home in Philadelphia, PA and at home in Oakland, CA. I cast the sidewalk to my childhood home Philadelphia, and to my current home in Oakland in latex. The latex created a perfect mirror image of each sidewalk by adhering to dirt, dust, and other debris, and forming a negative cast of any gaps or grooves in their surfaces. I rolled up the skin-like casts, and carried them in my backpack to opposite sides of the country, to bring these two distance places a little closer together.
A collaborative project with interdisciplinary microbiologist and UC Berkeley PhD student, Alexa Nicolas.
The Distance Between Us
Sections of land from across the continental United States.
In the Pacific
Inkjet prints soaked in the Pacific for six months, and one year respectively.
Charcoal, cotton dress, water, 7 days
I circled the gallery, a rotation for each year of life of a lost friend. At 2:27 pm I circled the gallery 18 times, for the first lost friend. At 2:51 I circled the gallery 24 times, for the second. At the beginning of each performance I removed my shoes and donned a simple white dress. With each rotation a path of charcoal was laid down by my feet and brushed by the dress that trailed behind. The performance was repeated each day for one week.
At a time when the University of Pennsylvania had lost four students to suicide over the course of two months, this piece mourned those lost in my circle of friends, and one the campus as a whole.
Following the suicide of a friend I invited members of our affected community into my studio to squeeze fistfuls of wax. The wax captures the tense negative space of the fist. As the wax warms, it warps and, eventually, the tension squeezed into it is released.