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I make landscapes of loss. I believe that myths and stories give us worlds we can locate ourselves in, and I am building worlds where I can find myself. A place where loss makes sense and grief rests.

Memories pile up on the margins of my mind like debris from ancient shipwrecks. I can cast those stories back into the sea, but they will always wash ashore again, again, again, unwanted. I work in sculpture, photography, and video, creating a dialogue between presence and absence. 

As a queer artist, I explore memory and loss as necessary elements of survival in this world.  I am mourning my losses and reconciling with the world as it is. I make work to satisfy the lump in my throat and the constriction in my chest. I create art to make sense of my own shifting world, but also to build a space to commune with others navigating their own landscapes of loss.