↓ STOCHASTIC SYNTHESIS ↓
I work with an image generator to produce interpretations of what I am feeling. It began as a cathartic exorcism of the pain I experienced after trying and failing to save my mother from an incurable illness and is rooted in showcasing pain and loss.
I work with an image generator to produce interpretations of what I am feeling. It began as a cathartic exorcism of the pain I experienced after trying and failing to save my mother from an incurable illness and is rooted in showcasing pain and loss.
The machine is as sexist and racist as any ignorant American and just as hard to teach. The machine believes that white and male is normal, and women are either young and busty or old and ugly. It doesn't know what I know and it doesn't care. Despite the challenge - and often inspired by it - the machine and I create amalgamations of our collective knowledge.
↓ STIMULATED REALITY ↓
Mixed Media - ceramic, acrylic paint, image transfer
The roiling stinkpot that was 2022 got me started down the road to a new kind of image creation. My mom passed, I left my job, had a long-awaited surgery, and I was becoming increasingly alarmed, like many others, by the growing number of Americans charmed by solicitors of distrust and disinformation. In one moment, I'm trying to parse out the emotional and monetary values of my mother's possessions and in the next, American women have lost their reproductive autonomy and 19 children are shot dead in Texas.
Mixed Media - ceramic, acrylic paint, image transfer
The roiling stinkpot that was 2022 got me started down the road to a new kind of image creation. My mom passed, I left my job, had a long-awaited surgery, and I was becoming increasingly alarmed, like many others, by the growing number of Americans charmed by solicitors of distrust and disinformation. In one moment, I'm trying to parse out the emotional and monetary values of my mother's possessions and in the next, American women have lost their reproductive autonomy and 19 children are shot dead in Texas.
This set is inspired by the sappy nostalgia of Norman Rockwell paintings on commemorative plates. Many of the cracked and creaky New England antiques passed down on my mom's side are black with hand-painted gold flourishes. The women in my family going back a hundred years always had a can of gold paint to make something old, new again. To give every indication that all is well and nothing is wrong, like some kind of Colonial Kintsugi.
My hope is that we are ultimately strengthened and renewed in the wake of our individual and collective grief. That we can commemorate the dire hours by finding beauty in them. Somehow.
↓ 9-5 ↓
Digital Photography
The images in this series are conceptual staged photographs about what the inescapable obligation of a 9-5 job felt like.
Digital Photography
The images in this series are conceptual staged photographs about what the inescapable obligation of a 9-5 job felt like.
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