KILLING MY DARLING
Graduate school was a time of transition. I took this opportunity for change face on with the same kind of directness and persistence that had created the very work I was trying to evolve away from. I unstuffed Swell/Say, my most cherished piece up to that point, and forced myself to engage with its entrails. I taught myself to spin rope by hand from the mountain of polyfill and that spinning and the subsequent rope where my ladder, my leverage to get myself to new work. The rope became drawings and the drawings became segments reconstructed on the wall and that lead to Twisted winch in turn lead to Look Inside.