04.07.20 stitches

I hold the hands as if they were her hands…The wooden mannequins seem awkward and clumsy, they constantly fall out of shape- they express their object-ness and other-bodied natures. Yet the spectral zone of this virtual touch transmits many others. I am working intimately with the hands of someone I have know for many years, as a stranger…

7 Jul 2020

05.05.20 stitching

homecoming like minded soul   son   lover   twin been apart      where did we go? we hold   tingle  pulsate                              and part looking, really looking     across the room open windows and wait in silence watch the billowing curtains we brush as we make coffee and again hold as we sit across the table me    and me meeting like no other

7 Jul 2020