2017
screen printed dye on cotton and tencel
64 x 38 inchesBoth the experience of desire and the experience of reading have something to teach us about edges.
—Anne Carson, (Eros the Bittersweet)
Like a mirror, the experience of reading beckons us beyond the borders of our physical bodies. Printed language is not dependent on voice or breath. Only the eyes. Like water’s surface, the experience of reading reflects an alternate self—one of precarious solidity. In this piece, text ap- pears in rippling abstraction: highlighter yellow and stripes of black redaction. A watery silhouette emerges. When I read, I drink the words. They move from the page and join with my body, settling in my skin or the spaces between my vertebrae. When I read, I am looking at strings of language. I am looking inward, for a place to store the story. My self dissolves, reforms. I drink the words, no longer quite mortal.
2017
screen printed dye on cotton and tencel
64 x 38 inchesBoth the experience of desire and the experience of reading have something to teach us about edges.
—Anne Carson, (Eros the Bittersweet)
Like a mirror, the experience of reading beckons us beyond the borders of our physical bodies. Printed language is not dependent on voice or breath. Only the eyes. Like water’s surface, the experience of reading reflects an alternate self—one of precarious solidity. In this piece, text ap- pears in rippling abstraction: highlighter yellow and stripes of black redaction. A watery silhouette emerges. When I read, I drink the words. They move from the page and join with my body, settling in my skin or the spaces between my vertebrae. When I read, I am looking at strings of language. I am looking inward, for a place to store the story. My self dissolves, reforms. I drink the words, no longer quite mortal.