Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Begin again


"During the end of my senior year one day, I didn't go to school. Instead I drove out to Palm Springs alone and listened to a lot of old tapes I used to like but didn't much anymore, and I stopped at a McDonald's in Sunland for a Coke and then drove out to the desert and parked in front of the old house.... I didn't go out to Palm Springs that day to look around or see the house and I didn't go because I wanted to miss school or anything. I guess I went out there because I wanted to remember the way things were." - Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Reveal


We can only see as far as our minds allow us. What lies beyond all the layers?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Mend


When we mend, what do we conceal? What can remain apparent, and conspicuous, from a mending process? How are we connected to the instruments with which we mend?

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Lodge


What makes us feel comfortable? Safe? At home? Have we deluded ourselves into thinking we're protected when we're not?

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Wander/Return



She is caught between two homes. One is risky, one is safe - but neither gives her everything. The only answer is to travel back and forth.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Hold



A desperate attempt to hang on... maybe it's garbage, or maybe it's some amalgamation of myself. And I know that it won't actually hold my weight.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Long



Holding on to that which is drifting away, yet trying to grasp on to the last moment. The shadowy dream of the two is already beginning to emerge, the future loss presents itself.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Touch



Clay seemed to be the obvious choice. I moistened it with water and squeezed it endlessly, layering my imprints again and again. The forms began to take shape, depending on how large or small the pieces, and how they were arranged. Fingers and bodies revealed themselves.

Exercise 1 - Soften Your Paper




I made my paper mine. I stepped, squeezed, scratched, rubbed, folded, smoothed, smelled, and crumpled. It might still look the same as everyone else's, but its DNA is unique. I didn't know the possibilities were endless.