Embodiment. Let's get into it.

attempts to reveal complexity of spirit in the simple shape that once seemed fore-ordained

the photographs consider material and bodily fragility and ask how certain lives are held, altered, and sustained over time

My skin reminds me often of the need for softness and soothing

hold the hell up. hold the sun. hold my belly. why does anyone need a specific body for summer?

But let these loose objects lie for a bit. Notice thoughts ramble without a thinker

the refined life of the mind depends on matters coarsely corporal and often boring, time-consuming, hardly difficult

The mark of life is verticality. Against the tyranny of entropy we strive to stand

tension comes in the a.m. / anxiety spills from the fridge / stress is how my skin breathes

I’m a newly hatched girl playing at life / I’m a were-boy nesting in the yolk of the earth / lips red like a massacre

My body, alone, was hamstrung by hesitation uncertain of what, precisely, it is or ought to be

I walk slowly with 2 canes, like an old skier, sans snow, sans mountain.