Site-oriented installation at apartment unit of past tenant who was a child sex trafficker. Made with help of friends.
“My mom's child body translated written messages through vibrations in her vocal chords and little child lungs to bring the witch news from the outside.”
Reclaimed carpet and wood, new steel and hardware, pink halite from Searless Valley Mining Company
72 × 30 × 20
Carpet, found household objects, pink halite, acacia seeds, pastels, and colored pencil
40 x 56
Found bench with customized memorial plaque
Public intervention at various sites.
Ephemeral botanical memorial installations at sites significant to the women in my family.
Evolving work over the course of a 6 week residency in which movement practices and medicinal plants were brought to physical sites of sexual violence and bodily extremes. Remnants of the movement practice were placed in the gallery in ways that encouraged embodied awareness of the visitors as they moved through the space. A sculpture based on body memories was created.
3 day performance using mattress, sheets, comforter, and pillow to create costumes and sculptures. Collaborations with video artist, Anne Kilnt, photographer Gina Cholick, and sound artist, Michael Hennessey.
Salt, roses, carpet. Installation in father’s apartment in week leading to his eviction.
Threaded thistle seed carriers strung in bathroom over the course of three months.
Site-specific installation, c-print
Sand, artificial poppies, beach umbrella, family.
I made this when I was young. 19. It's a portrait of the women I grew up with. It was an action, an attempt at creating a space for them where they could feel relaxed and free. It was an imitation, a replica, of an idyllic California landscape - a piece just for them. The matriarchs of my community were drug addicts and survivors. They carried much trauma, and as a child, my heart was simultaneously filled and broken for and by my beloved women. I concerned myself with futile attempts at taking care of them, protecting them, calming them. There was labor in the action of building this installation - carting truckloads of sand down the long train tracks in a wheel barrow load by load, shoveling a layer of white sand over the debris and dirt. Getting it to look just so. The site of the installation is behind a scrapyard in West Oakland along the train tracks I used to explore when I was growing up. A giant wave of debris looms in the background as they and I effort to ignore its presence.