ARCHIVE
Welcome to the Archive—a space for collected fragments, shifting meanings, and the messiness of becoming. These works trace the edges of what we call home, testing the borders of what holds us, what we leave behind, and what slips through our grasp. Here, boundaries blur and spill over, inviting you to look closer, to linger in the in-between, and maybe to find something that resonates, unsettles, or brings you back to yourself in an unexpected way.
DE-NATURALIzATION
(2023 , Group Intervention with CHURCH Projects)
/// You are in search of your own square of dirt ///
I have chosen to kneel at the altar ((((I have decided to kiss my own feet: home is where the heart is etc.))).
This project considers iterations of the house-home.
///Home/// as a site of constant investigation as ///home/// does not sit still.
We are looking for meaning; we are asking the very ground we find ourselves on; we are all trying to locate and re-locate the route back ///home///.
(2023 , Group Intervention with CHURCH Projects)
/// You are in search of your own square of dirt ///
I have chosen to kneel at the altar ((((I have decided to kiss my own feet: home is where the heart is etc.))).
This project considers iterations of the house-home.
///Home/// as a site of constant investigation as ///home/// does not sit still.
We are looking for meaning; we are asking the very ground we find ourselves on; we are all trying to locate and re-locate the route back ///home///.
Artist breaks the forth wall:
Somewhat of a descriptor of the installation/ sometimes artist statements feel like hovering language that helps fill the gaps of the space (I am unsure how accessible my entry point is). Within this installation was my video piece On Sundays I tread softly.
It's About Boundaries!!
Either way.
It’s a house
It's a house
Like everyone else has.
I take things away.
I don't take them for good.
**(T.C. Tolbert Thaw, 2014).
I have become folded, stained, wrinkled, smudged, sewn, and unpicked. I am spilling and preserving. I am experimenting with the materiality of a thing - in slight alterations- getting the thing to a point of no return. Everything feels elusive: but through engaging in a real physicality, I have something to point at - a bound and a proof of that bound. So as not to leave anything out - so as not to forget - all the small bits and pieces become the focus of this collection. Laying everything out and really looking and trying to see it. Wondering how I did it before.
And once again I am saying: it is about borders.
This was my first attempt at making art about the love-act (in the midst of a break-up)! Love has many corners/ I get nervous that LOVE is too big and I will be unable to hold it within a body of work/that instead, my effort will be an entirely superficial and corny summary of such complexities.
Either way.
It’s a house
It's a house
Like everyone else has.
I take things away.
I don't take them for good.
**(T.C. Tolbert Thaw, 2014).
Where is that line? Is it sudden? Is it definite? Or is there a chunk of space we cannot seem to understand?
This piece acts as an investigation into the messiness of becoming. I am tearing apart. I am seeing what sticks. I am inspecting and labeling the things we used to share. I am giving them time to dry. The leaving as is, the letting things set - and yet, this speaks to a kind of fermentation. The festering of a thing so it begins to cover all I know. The shatter. I will end up finding random pieces of glass under things - far from the actual point of the breakage. Like something mad, I made the mistake of searching for me elsewhere. I am trying to retrace but things are no longer where they once were.
I am trying to know. Makes me think of the line:
[Angel L. Olsen and Sharon Van Etten, Like I Used To, 2021]This piece acts as an investigation into the messiness of becoming. I am tearing apart. I am seeing what sticks. I am inspecting and labeling the things we used to share. I am giving them time to dry. The leaving as is, the letting things set - and yet, this speaks to a kind of fermentation. The festering of a thing so it begins to cover all I know. The shatter. I will end up finding random pieces of glass under things - far from the actual point of the breakage. Like something mad, I made the mistake of searching for me elsewhere. I am trying to retrace but things are no longer where they once were.
I am trying to know. Makes me think of the line:
Taking what’s mine like I used to.
I have become folded, stained, wrinkled, smudged, sewn, and unpicked. I am spilling and preserving. I am experimenting with the materiality of a thing - in slight alterations- getting the thing to a point of no return. Everything feels elusive: but through engaging in a real physicality, I have something to point at - a bound and a proof of that bound. So as not to leave anything out - so as not to forget - all the small bits and pieces become the focus of this collection. Laying everything out and really looking and trying to see it. Wondering how I did it before.
And once again I am saying: it is about borders.
Artist breaks the forth wall:
This was my first attempt at making art about the love-act (in the midst of a break-up)! Love has many corners/ I get nervous that LOVE is too big and I will be unable to hold it within a body of work/that instead, my effort will be an entirely superficial and corny summary of such complexities.