These drawings are self-portraits within larger portraits of the Self—reflections of Universe vibrations caught in palms and eyelids, twisted soft into surfaces. Limbs and tongues and stains—all these floating faces-- appear when I am in the most present state of existence—thoughtlessness-- when I can touch everything.
There are floating faces everywhere—in smudges and misplaced marks there are elbows and teeth and tongues, and I can only sculpt them out. I also enjoy working with many different textures and leftover materials—I like to learn new surfaces and alleyways to create; I see images in every possible place. If I could, I’d draw them down everywhere.
Sometimes I Lose My Letters
if words were meant to accompany charcoal dust
I would write a story, a poem
I would paste it everywhere:
caught these vibrations in the sieve of my palms;
pasted them to the pages
I could spin little life theories; I could make explanations
of these repeated revelations:
we are all just floating faces
traveling inside collected spaces
digesting dreams and realities into present tenses—