2018 - 2022
an ongoing series of sculptural works of handmade paraffin candles; as offerings, wishes, remembrances, and devotions.
from the mud and the slime
Those dying years. It was about language and about what happens when language is uttered. How some things are said with such confidence they almost seem true. How you can adopt a voice to sound at once fraudulent and faithful. Some people use words with such certainty it bears no refute. I’ve never had this relationship to words, always stuck between languages, never grasping one as a tool to be wielded.