MFA 2016
drawn lines on tracing paper, Coptic stitch, 2014, 1.25"w x 2"h x 40"d
Following a line into a place where two dumb soft things meet and insist on pushing together, a non-place that remains a separation; this is where language slips and we all get lost from one another. Where we all get lost to each other. Where we all get lost with one another. Prying into spaces to pop open the gap where we all lose and find each other. To make searching easier, obviously.
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