To See If Something Comes Next, 2020
A personal series I pursued during the first year of the Covid-19 pandemic, struggling—like many of us—with feelings of fracture, displacement, and vulnerability. The name was derived from the eponymous poem by Jack Gilbert, a meditation on the action buried within stillness. I was interested in investigating notions of intimacy: what it means or looks like during this era of isolation, how we cultivate it, how our definitions of it are altered by solitude, loss, fear, and also by community. Through dual exploration of the physical form and the natural world I sought to articulate my emotional state as both I and the seasons continued onward—even whilst the world at large was in tenuous standstill. What does intimacy mean in a time when to be fortunate means to be relatively alone, when our means of connection and validation are upended? I found myself noticing minutiae amid this time of silence: the contours of the self, the contours of nature. But how much, if at all, does this external knowability translate to the mapping of internal geographies, emotional landscapes?
Exhibited by: Castleton Art Galleries, We Found Space, William Humphreys Gallery, Curious Magazine
Self-Portrait in my Childhood Bedroom
Untitled I
Hearts and Bones
Untitled II
Untitled (March)
6PM
The Hard Problem of Consciousness
Untitled III
Liminality (Searching, Not Yet Finding)
6PM (II)
Unknowing is a Condition of Openness (I)
Unknowing is a Condition of Openness (II)
82nd Street
September
Bitter Summer (Diptych)
Metanoia
Untitled IV
Likeness