“Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand” William S.Burroughs – Naked Lunch

23 Mar 2021

Stitch. 29.09.20

‘My hands live with me, very close to me, within an infinite space of possibility and wonder. My hands have always bridged me simultaneously in two directions,  into communication towards the other and myself. Sometimes they hold the physical tools that amplify or concentrate my attention, intention, and commitment to a task. At times no other instrument is needed, and in those situations my hands appear as infinite vessels… they can surprise me being flexible, strong, Read More

12 Oct 2020

12.06.20 my left hand

Practicing drawing the moving arrangements of my left hand…a refrain, watching a part of my self as other…a stranger on the end of my wrist. Barad’s notion of self-touching; touch touching itself, an infinitude of others

7 Jul 2020