This was a live self portrait where I deconstructed all the ways I had curated my look. The question being, what is the truer identity? That which we choose and curate upon ourselves, or that which is bare and unaltered?
photo by Astra Brinkmann
The News 2014
photo by Jess Young
Art making can be so solitary and isolated that sometimes you need to be reminded of the presence and support of your community. A note was passed around the audience informing them the artist would be falling from the stage in a matter of minutes. Then, blindfolded, the artist fell backward off the stage and was caught by the audience.
Public Performance, Siena 2013
This piece was conceived in response to the violent murder of a woman in the city of Siena. When it was discovered that the woman was a sex worker, the whole city seemed to excuse the murder. It seems that a woman's clothing, profession or behavior is burdened with the blame of soliciting the violence upon her, rather than addressing the root of the violence itself.
In "Unraveled" I crocheted a dress in red yarn, hooked one end to a pillar, and walked until the dress was completely gone.