seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Moldova
seen from Honduras
seen from China
seen from Costa Rica
seen from Tunisia
seen from Brazil
seen from Hungary
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Yemen
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
These pieces are abstract collages that highlight mistakes that were made within the print studio. Dirty edges, blotches of ink on paper, de-contextualized. When mistakes are made in the printing process, no matter how small, all the work of printing is negated by their presence. I thought it was interesting to make the mistakes the subject on purpose, giving them as much care as I had for my other artworks.
“Ripariamo la vostra cucina a gas (vittima delle circostanze)”
Monotipo, 35x50 cm Inchiostro litografico e solventi su carta 2019
gray angels
"Antinomie aliene/ reperti storici"
35x50 cm Maniera pittorica, acquatinta e acquaforte su zincoh
A girl is a god, she creates endlessly, the world is a playground for which to find new things and marvel at them, to tie ribbons around trees and lay in graveyards, watching dappled light on grass.
Before that she was a writhing earthworm, a butterfly with five legs, sparks of fire in humid night air that confused themselves for blessed fireflies. She was her own heart and the waves that moved from it, up into her throat, down into her belly.
Inside there is no girl. There is no god. There is only winter, spring, summer, autumn. There is only earth and sky. There is no life or death, only trees, tall grass, mountains. Are the trees dead or alive? Does it matter? if they take my breath away, fill my eyes with life?
How do you say no to someone you live with? How do you say no to someone who will fill to the brim with emotion? How do you say no when you think you should say yes? How do you say no when you put yourself there? How do you say no when you can’t get home?
There was freedom before reality. When death was just grass, weeds, and wildflowers, life just another growth spurt, an inch on the kitchen door. When a body was just a jar for the firefly of your soul. There were girls in the graveyard to keep the dead innocent. When everything was just a feeling. Feeling. Being.
gospel barn, kudzu
simper (southern staple)
"Heavy metal dealer pt1" Monotipo, 35×50 cm Inchiostro litografico e solventi su carta
