The bodies I craft bulge, grow and break down. Their holes and orifices release and leak. Their taut skin stretches and pulls. Through my work, I grapple with how it feels to inhabit our bodies, these ever-shifting forms. Exploring the ways they are messy, material things, intimately known, yet unable to be fully controlled or understood.
The messy and uncontainable nature of our bodies is reflected in my materials and the ways in which the work is a collaborative process versus one of control. Rising bread dough pushes against the fabric that contains it, cracking and aging over time. Porous ceramic sculptures slowly leak vinegars and salt, growing warts and bumps across their surfaces. Hair and wool are spun together to create weavings that are stained by seeping fluids. My hair used to stitch my body to my mother’s
The bodily processes and forms draw on the often-gendered experiences of weeping, menstruation, abortion, and pregnancy. Speaking to the way these, and other embodied moments, reveal our porous boundaries and remind us of the beautiful, complicated ways we navigate the materiality of our bodies. Each work gives form to the ways our body takes in and expels matter; feelings of expansion and fullness and those of emptying out. The way these moments shift our seemingly solid edges; reminding us that we are growing, changing, decaying vessels losely contained by skin, muscle, and bone.