NO HOME HOMO

An enlarged facsimile of my mother’s business card for her business “The Little Prince” which featured an illustration of me posing in one of her smocked outfits as a child.

Gouache on paper

whisper song. whisper karaoke. ten-thousand seconds poured directly into you.

Acrylic, canvas, cut drywall, wood, posters, cds, books, dildo, tee-shirt

Objects My Mom Confiscated From My Bedroom When I Was Fourteen Years Old
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Objects My Mom Confiscated From My Bedroom When I Was Fourteen Years Old
 (detail)

Objects My Mom Confiscated From My Bedroom When I Was Fourteen Years Old
 (detail)

http://www.panel.la

Graphite on paper // 2016 // 34 x 22 inches

"I remember when you drank the orange soda and I thought about the way it felt inside of you. Inside your throat – and the bubbles and the carbonation inside your stomach."

http://www.letschebach.de/

fully thrilled to be included in this NYC iteration of the video series AFTERGLOW - screening at Blood gallery this Friday October 9th 8pm

the personal is political. texts between my mom and I last night

thinking about glitching

Some time ago I was asked to be a part of my friend Sam Shoemaker’s project in which he had five different artists contribute to his chalkboard-sculpture over the course of an exhibition’s run. For my project, I hand-applied a series of hashtags in chalk that spoke to various contemporary efforts to boundary the self. From Le Corbusier’s dysfunctional modernist housing project Pruitt-Igoe, which failed to accommodate the needs of the communities it was built for, to the rigid presentation of identity as formatted through the early social media platform Myspace – I wanted to present the viewer with a web of seemingly disparate topics that had surprisingly similar ambitions at identifying “self” through means which contained, policed and reduced. Similarly I wanted to comment on the form of the chalkboard itself, which paradoxically provided a platform for play through a structure that imposed containment.