Clay. “In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing backwards into the room and sputtering planes diving low through the clouds. In loving him, I saw men encouraging each other to lay down their arms. In loving him, I saw small-town laborers creating excavations that other men spend their lives trying to fill. In loving him, I saw moving films of stone buildings; I saw a hand in prison dragging snow in from the sill. In loving him, I saw great houses being erected that would soon slide into the waiting and stirring seas. I saw him freeing me from the silences of the interior life.”
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
for clay, for body, for queer family, for the histories we hold
in loving them I saw glorious potential for a long and happy life I was told I wouldn’t have.
A trans love story, 28”x23”x12”, Ceramics Glaze Wax Gold. 2021
Cut peach** (installation view), Ceramics Glaze Wax Gold Wood. 2021. Works included: A loving fold, we unfurl like the sword ferns in spring; This perverse desire / to drown in a merged body; Recollection of rip tides
my ribs are windchimes singing through scars, Ceramic Glaze Wood. 108”x20”x12”. 2020