My work involves many things, but at this moment it occurs to me, that it is about protection. That is not declared in my current statement. It’s in the art. It’s in the code. It’s in my favorite translation of attā hi attanō nāthō: “each is their own protector”. But it’s not in the statement.
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All I can think is, I’m tired. I have been tired my entire life. I am tired of being tired. Tired of pushing through. I need a deeper kind of rest. I’m done.
Investigating the meaning of this story and sensation, my life floods in. Moments near and far. Things I haven’t thought of in a very long time. Things I set aside as I simply could no longer spend time and energy on them.
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I don’t want to tell the truth about myself, I make art so I don’t have to.
You want to know my race, my country, my religion. You want the biography of the artist for context and categorization. You want to know my financial status, what school I didn’t go to, what trauma I have suffered. You want to know these separations, distinctions, but I make art to show I am human.
I’m starting to look like the person I saw long ago…
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My work moves from traditional photography to textural and dimensional mixed media. In two thousand and eighteen, my obsession with newsprint, photo journalism and street art converged in a piece inspired by fire.
Driven by a childhood vision in black and white, these works incorporate film photographs printed with toner on washi over layers of varied papers, paints and acrylic mediums creating window like portals in the fabric of spacetime.
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