I am thinking about attachments.
I am thinking about reliance and the impossibility of an existence of
I am thinking about kinship and systems and machines and bodies.
I am thinking about the development of a language of angles bent into steel
rods, and red cloth stretched taut and fixed in place.
I am thinking about the manipulation of relationships, material
relationships and human ones.
I am thinking about the optimism required to keep living in this world in
order to keep attaching and relying and interdepending.
A mandatory optimism.
Binding, tying, welding, melting, joining, knotting.
I have to trust the string not to break when I pull it,
and to bind when I tie it;
The metal not to break when I bend it,
but to give way when I cut it.
I have to measure before I cut or bend or weld and I have to trust my
Or if I don't measure I have to trust my eye and my hand to measure without
I depend on my tape measure
You depend on your ligaments, your tendons, your flesh bones skin.
All dependent on each other, never isolated, never alone.
I have to trust the screws to stay in the wall.
Supporting the metal, supporting the thread, supporting the cloth.
I have to trust the fishing line to stay tied to the ceiling, and these ink print
letters, arranged in words, to stay on this wall.
And so do you.
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Attachments. 2019. Solo gallery show in Smith Gallery, Joe Rosenfield Center, Grinnell College. Steel, cloth, thread, crayon.
Attachments Collages. 2019. Physical collaged digital prints of photographs. (Note: Click image and zoom to read text).