"Broken Bones; Broken Homes, pt. 4" / sticks, cheesecloth, wool, cardboard, plaster / march 2014
"<3" / woodblock print / 6" x 5" / march 2014
“Sometimes I look at my husband and am horrified by the knowledge that his DNA has lodged in me, courses through and activates me via the fetal cells that travel in pregnancy to the host’s brain, breast tissue, etc. I am my family’s—my kin’s—living crypt. I house their discarded materials, reanimate those materials, and endure their consequences / reap their benefits / no one knows.”
- Danielle Pafunda, "Feminist Poetics and Its Generative Nodes"
"Broken Bones; Broken Homes, pt. 3" / sticks, cheesecloth, wool, cardboard, plaster / march 2014
“She gives herself over to the couple in the hope of mitigating her alienation and increasing her sense of ‘security,’ in the same way that a citizen gives herself over to a repressive state that she trusts to keep her secure.”
"Broken bones; broken homes, pt. 2" / sticks, cheesecloth, wool, cardboard, plaster / march 2014
“Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units.” Valerie Solanas
"Broken bones; broken homes, pt. 1" / sticks, cheesecloth, wool, cardboard, plaster / march 2014
When is my lease up, or when does the cast come off, or how can I tell if it’s healing me?
Audacity experiments as diary entries. Figuring out how to use my sound collections and figuring out my new office job.
(Tashtego, the Native American harpooner, being reborn from the head of a whale such as Athena was from the head of Zeus)
"Ahab Dreams of Red" / woodblock print / 5" x 7" / february 2014
"The saint who was martyred twice" / sculpey, needlefelting, toothpicks, fabric, graphite / february 2014
"The Whiteness of the Whale" / woodblock print / 2" x 3" / february 2014
"Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a colour as the visible absence of colour, and at the same time the concrete of all colours; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows — a colourless, all-colour of atheism from which we shrink?" — Moby Dick, Herman Melville
Every once in a blue moon, I experiment with sound. I have an absurd number of instruments that I play very poorly. Here I used front porch noise, piano, guitar, and violin bow on said guitar. Been thinking about string theory and golden retrievers.
"St. Lucia, who had her eyes torn out and was stabbed in the throat" / sculpy, needlefelting / january 2014
Thinking about a series of martyred saints, because I am curious about the dying anatomy of holy men.Needlefelting!!
Erik Satie / clothing, found objects / january 2014
“I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless).” Satie, on his composition of Socrate.