I sway and I spin, I smile. Sometimes even in perfect moments, you begin to feel the cold creep in.
Through photography and sculpture, I question how the manipulation of behaviour and patterns dehumanises society.
Because of the pandemic, we didn’t have any Olympics this summer, so I decided to reproduce the Olympic coverage in July by printing (screen printing) over selected pictures from the Montreal Olympics of 1976
‘As I listened to music and wrote poems, the space came alive, became my balcony garden, and gave new life to me.’
‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’
We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
Those are some peoples’ stories, some peoples’ histories, but they aren’t ours.
When did writing
become such a warm meeting place?
Hamamatsu: home of unagi pie –– a biscuit made of eel.
Iwakuni: bridge of Samurai –– beer with strangers under blossom.
You die if you worry, die if you don’t. I laughed the first time he said it. I hadn’t heard it before.