Part of a two person installation with Sara Emsaki

Divine Lady Owl, 2020

Natural dyes (logwood, cochineal, osage orange, iron, pomegranate, acacia extract) on six silk panels (gauze, Hatori, and raw), glass beads, brass bells, paper, rope, rocks

Worshipping The Deities of Doubt, 2020

Eight page risograph printed zine collaboration with Sara Emsaki

I stand naked in the falling snow. Just my lips and dark hair are visible through the gale. They are the unfurling tendrils of a carnivorous flower. The top of a pitcher plant opening, smelling of sweet carrion. I want nothing more than to fully embrace your warmth, a waxed wick in anticipation of the flame. We will smolder and you will be ashes soiling the dusty white powder.

Am I the lure or the fish?

Am I the mortar or the pestel? 

Am I the knife or the wound?

Am I the shadow or refracted light?

Am I the needle pressing against the tip of a finger, or the moment it gives?