Storage bins line the walls. I climb them to reach the ceiling. My weight crushes.
Fluorescence fills the kitchen. It yells. I sneer. No one wins.
Fluorescence fills the kitchen. It yells. I sneer. No one wins.
I find no home in this House.
Across video, installation, image, and sculpture, I stumble into place. An encounter between bodies—human, animal, object, shadow—makes a moment. Witnessing realizes.
I ask you to wait around long enough for something to happen, or not happen. To meet what’s in front of you, over and again.
The bin, pricked thousands of times. Now, plastic fur.
The lamp descends. A floorboard, spotlit.
The lamp descends. A floorboard, spotlit.
I open