performative sculpture, 2020
The eerie movement of my bedroom curtains at night or the outline of a dark figure looming in the corner are things that both disturb and excite me. The subtle breath of a performer, human or not,
evokes a sense of unease. The hidden agency of the curtain remain a mysterious yet intimate and domestic object.
The elusive shape of a human figure embedded in the folds of a curtain is as uncomfortable as it is alluring.
Why is there something here where there should be
nothing? Why is there nothing here where there should be