TOUCH: To Rub, Press, Knead, Interlace A Daily Practice
What does it mean to loose something so vital to human existence-- our ability to touch one another. What do we loose in the process? When togetherness and companionship are banned, gathering suspended, meeting places (all places for that matter) are closed, what then? Through daily practice, I seek to think deeply about the nature of touch: it's motions, the ways it's centered in our hands, our skin.
With everything closed, I return again to the question of what it means to source materials as an artist? Who of us knows how long this will go on, how the scarcities created will echo into supply chains? And in this time, a tipping point, the questions of what we can afford butt up against the question of how long we can continue on our current course towards climate catastrophe. I began this project buying no supplies, starting with a pack of paper, a box of drawing supplies, and whatever miscellaneous tools and bits I have in my studio. I began this project questioning what a daily practice even is, whether bread making is a drawing, and wondering how my whims and muses would drive my way through this endless sea of time...
**Funds from all works in this series to benefit #BLM community organizations.