Am I still allowed to doodle?
During a war, Tristan, mortally wounded, calls the blonde Yseult to his aid because she alone is capable of healing him. He sets up a code with his men and asks that a white sail be hoisted to the top of the mast of the boat that will bring her back if she agrees to treat him and a black sail if she is not on the boat. The sailors take on board Yseult the blonde, eager to join her beloved, and raise the white sail, but when the boat approaches the coast, Iseult with white hands, his wife, consumed by jealousy, tells Tristan that the sail is black. Believing himself abandoned by the one he loves, he lets himself die. When she arrives at his bedside, Yseult the Blonde, learning of Tristan’s death, dies of grief in his arms. The lovers are dead.
Found texture, Knight Brown Nature Preserve, Rockingham County, NC.
« Humaps N°18 », 25 x 35 cm, papercut done with leftovers from others series, 2023 adgp/all rights reserved
Labor, Cast Iron, 2023
Work in progress, Cast Iron, Fall 2023. This Spring I will be making a series of sculptures combining cast metals and sewn workwear surfaces. The slogans and texts in this piece are all drawn from official labor rights signage, labor law posters, court cases and studies on labor law violations, labor protest picket signs, and handwritten historical letters responding to labor protests in the United States.
Give Generously, November 2023
Cars (Paris 2020), 2023
Kennels, Longyearbyen, October 2023
Video diary _ Rote Flora, 21 November 2023
It was in Sesimbra, Portugal, October 7, 2023. I was there in Portugal presenting a movie about Syria before war, and it seemed a little paradise away from it all. I read about the tragedy happening in this moment in Israël a few minutes later, after shooting the pictures of this wonderland. These images will always have a very special taste for me. I look at them as a unreal slideshow, a suspended moment, before the announcement of a disaster for our humanity. A few minutes later, I saw this man running alone, as if he was running away, or running for help, was he a survivor? I thought we were all survivors.