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The Drowned Children - Please see uploaded statement ( it was too long to fit under here).
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The Drowned Children-concept sheet - Please see uploaded statement ( it was too long to fit under here).
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The Drowned Children - Please see uploaded statement ( it was too long to fit under here).
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Repeating Decibels of a Silent Mouth - I wanted to create a feeling of discomfort/warmth in this space. Something that felt safe like the womb, but defiled and invaded at the same time. This is a rejection of what is poured upon us from our birth and throughout our lives. It is excessiveness regurgitated by the body, collapsed in a heap on the ground.
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Repeating Decibels of a Silent Mouth - I wanted to create a feeling of discomfort/warmth in this space. Something that felt safe like the womb, but defiled and invaded at the same time. This is a rejection of what is poured upon us from our birth and throughout our lives. It is excessiveness regurgitated by the body, collapsed in a heap on the ground.
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Repeating Decibels of a Silent Mouth - I wanted to create a feeling of discomfort/warmth in this space. Something that felt safe like the womb, but defiled and invaded at the same time. This is a rejection of what is poured upon us from our birth and throughout our lives. It is excessiveness regurgitated by the body, collapsed in a heap on the ground.
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Frostbitten Toes - Concept:
Today and throughout history there has always been an immense disregard for life, through wars and genocide. Piles of empty shoes bring about feelings of absence, and lack of presence. A deprecated hunk of raw meat, dangling above what it once walked the earth with, is all that remains. This piece poses questions about death and this body we exist in. Is this all we are? Is there more to this flesh that can be so easily defiled?
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Frostbitten Toes - Concept:
Today and throughout history there has always been an immense disregard for life, through wars and genocide. Piles of empty shoes bring about feelings of absence, and lack of presence. A deprecated hunk of raw meat, dangling above what it once walked the earth with, is all that remains. This piece poses questions about death and this body we exist in. Is this all we are? Is there more to this flesh that can be so easily defiled?
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The Music Box - Video/Performance piece
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The Music Box - Video/Performance piece
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The Music Box - Video/Performance piece
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The Music Box - Video/Performance piece
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The Music Box - Video/Performance piece
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Disappearing Act II - video/installation

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Disappearing Act II - video/installation

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Disappearing Act II - video/installation

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Back at My Cliff, Still Throwing Things Off - Materials: old book, thread, shredded paper

The concept for this piece deals with exposure and vulnerability, and a purging of the unnecessary things that you do not need to make you feel complete. It's the aftermath of a breakdown, and all that there is left to see. You are left in the middle of a before and after, suspended and bound by your own undoing.
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Back at My Cliff, Still Throwing Things Off - Materials: old book, thread, shredded paper

The concept for this piece deals with exposure and vulnerability, and a purging of the unnecessary things that you do not need to make you feel complete. It's the aftermath of a breakdown, and all that there is left to see. You are left in the middle of a before and after, suspended and bound by your own undoing.
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Back at My Cliff, Still Throwing Things Off - Materials: old book, thread, shredded paper

The concept for this piece deals with exposure and vulnerability, and a purging of the unnecessary things that you do not need to make you feel complete. It's the aftermath of a breakdown, and all that there is left to see. You are left in the middle of a before and after, suspended and bound by your own undoing.

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