Installation broken commodities, leg prints, tree parts, latex casts, cotton sheet with poem
The Phoniex -”No wall space” -
“When the subject and the object amalgamate,
The lucidity of the emulsion threatens translucence,
The translucence coagulates aloof in its solitude.
Translucence’s solitude fortifies the transcendence that indoctrinates my physicality.
I became a nuisance to you,
A nonsensical mass,
No longer serving purpose.
Regimented obsolescence readily takes me away,
Immersed in a land saturated in my materiality”
Yearning to be valued,
Yearnings to be touched.
Yearning for my objectivity to become your subject again