When I met my husband, it was in the age of the small Nokia, just right before smart phones became a thing everyone had. The phone got lost and broken, but resurfaced after a decade. These are the messages I wanted to keep around and not have get lost again. When we first met, exchanging these texts, can now potentially become the nexts artifacts of the next millennia.
Allocating awareness 2025
inkjet on Kappa plate, dust sweeper,
building blocks, Lego
50 x 80 x 30 cm x2
This is the sister piece to overextending myself.
I wanted to make life-size
elements of myself on which
where I am frozen in time,
while I clean something in the room.
I wonder from which perspective the individual
perspective from which the individual parts of me
are working (and distributed).
Overextending myself 2025
inkjet on Kappa plate, dust sweeper, tea towels
120 x 280cm
On entering the gallery space
we talked about the disturbance caused by
this very large heating element. I
wanted to install it in a work immediately.
This is where I got frozen in time
overextended myself to fulfill the needs
and solve the problem
this white cube nightmare
Solving it by being responsible
and dusting it off.
Carpetbeater 2022, Silicone
This Carpet beater, used to beat the rugs to rid them of dust and dirt shares the same qualities as a celtic symbol of eternity: The Trinity knot. The work goes on and on. The beating out of impurities. In this silicone sculpture, it has been transformed into a dildo that is ejeculating. This was my response to woman’s rights being taken away. This is my own symbol of the patriarchy in America today.
2019-
Works are inspired by the time it takes until something good can turn rotten. Having ideas to work with lemons, buying lemons, only to finally get to the project and find them already spoiled. Using the making lemonade out of lemons anology, it was important for me to keep that moment. A slight change in perspective. Thats what #motherhood is all about. Using time wisely, getting things done for yourself. Knowing there are mistakes, reality of mold. Mistakes judged by the perfectionism of society standards. This is my work honoring that.