People in embrace.
Marching bands marching.
A light at the end of the tunnel,
Or maybe the tunnel with no walls.
Children, wide-eyed, laughing.
My own children—one day.
I want to not see.
To discover the depth of other senses in blindness.
Hear my own body creaking.
This is what motivates me to be alive—to keep living, breathing, interacting, making work. You could call them simple pleasures, the small stuff… But how big can it become in our world at times, and how we let it hinder us instead of propel us at times. Call it sentimental, or nostalgic even, but the tension I’m interested in creating in my work is one of positive against positive, not negative against negative. It’s like tree pose… Opposite foot against opposite thigh—each pushing into the other’s strength, stability, a lifting up and grounding down, simultaneously.
We use necessary, simultaneous forces to create the flexible tension of a tree that can both survive and revel in a dance with the wind. This is the space I want my viewer to enter with me, to tap into within themselves. I want to get them below the brain, in that space where vulnerability begins, traveling in a circuit between throat and gut, and from there radiating out to the limbs. I work through the body because I find my access to this tension there first, and however close or far we are from our own bodies, we share in that experience.