Words are so incredibly powerful to me, their absence even more so.
There’s this aching chasm in my chest, not from physical distance, but emotional. I feel like I’ve landed alone on another planet. A void of connection, and a withering of those that came before.
Emoji cannot sustain me.
at Vera Katz Eastbank Esplanade
“These are my first projects using thread in the context of photography. Using gray silk thread, I overstitched self-portraits and created a filigree of threads over my own face. I started with a photograph taken during a performance piece, and stitched over the thread in the photo using real thread.
The reverse side shows the traces of the work on the front side as a spontaneous haptic drawing, an unconscious by-product of the main