Wood, cement, plaster, ceramics
       
     
  Installation view   Sculpture, video, fabric, photo
       
     
  Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color
       
     
  Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color
       
     
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  Digital Photo 26 x 32 inches   2014
       
     
  My tooth i took away  ( during the time i had exhibition)
       
     
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IMG_0507-768x1024.jpg
       
     
       
     
  Installation view 2014
       
     
2014-11-13-14.39.53_4WEB-785x220.jpg
       
     
  Wood, cement, plaster, ceramics
       
     

Wood, cement, plaster, ceramics

  Installation view   Sculpture, video, fabric, photo
       
     

Installation view
Sculpture, video, fabric, photo

  Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color
       
     

Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color

  Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color
       
     

Resin, Fiber, Glues, Color

2014-11-12-15.22.22-785x594.jpg
       
     
  Digital Photo 26 x 32 inches   2014
       
     

Digital Photo
26 x 32 inches

2014

  My tooth i took away  ( during the time i had exhibition)
       
     

My tooth i took away ( during the time i had exhibition)

2014-11-12-15.23.05-copy-785x588.jpg
       
     
2014-11-12-15.23.09-768x1024.jpg
       
     
IMG_0507-768x1024.jpg
       
     
       
     
Terrain of Absence

November 14, 2014

4:20 AM in the morning: I wake up!

I have lots of things on my mind.
Looking through yourself requires courage, confessing.
Considering all the things that comprise you, all the good , all the bad.

Three years old: rules dictated.

Seven years old: cover your body.

Nine years old: breasts appear and you begin to slouch.

Ten years old: your period arrives. You tell no one.

Twelve years old: feelings evolve that must be denied.

Fourteen years old: in love or is this lust?

Seventeen years old: How do I please everyone, my parents, society? I am discovering ways… but in the process I forget myself. Only in secret do I allow thoughts of self, concealing my desires.

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20 years later:

Out of nowhere I arrive somewhere else. No one is like me. No shared history.
Everything is brought into question.Years of experiences — unpacked.What I formerly concealed, I begin to share, my body, my identity,
my experience through these things. I have a form of freedom now yet struggle to access it.
I am in everything here. The electrical cord, the body parts.
I cut parts of my body, I know this is an ugly behavior, but I can no longer conceal,
I must express my truth, I must be.

  Installation view 2014
       
     

Installation view
2014

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