pictures of you

2024 ⋮ nylon, heatpress, photographs, found objects

Disintegration and never indulging in the fetishization of memory. Never reapproaching the past. Understand we cannot return home.

Singing needle, where is my home?

Threads of bodies, tangled in the decaying web, spider in the wood. The web is fragile, and it is always breaking; fraying, and it is always breaking. Silk threads fragile enough to hold emotion, fragile enough to be broken-hearted. Strong enough to hold you still, strong enough to break you apart.

I have lived 1000 lives and I have known you, loved you.