Where there's a body, there's a story.
Where there's a story, there is some body somewhere.
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Add a lens box and light, wrapped in a gesture toward meaning,
and find yourself at the visual crossroads of a real body story.
I am a fellow traveler along the expressive road of reading, w/riting, and rhythmic tics with a wry bred sensibility and quirky sense of humor. I have been known to wander in the soup kitchen of the unconscious with a sling bag filled with life maps old and new, lights with grids and zooms still untested, image-shaping tools, an eye for composition and critical, candid, self-reflective expression, and a go-bo or two.
I am a reader, writer, and image-maker with a shifty skeletal structure embodying entropy (things fall apart), a maddening auto-immune disease (M.E.), and fluctuating hearing that leaves me straddling the world of aural hegemony and searching for Deaf community.
Betwixt and between the worlds of health and illness, hearing and signing, structure and process, inertia and creative expression, embracing alterity, I am here now.