The pleasure in the confusion of boundaries seduces, it pours like syrup into soupyness, committed to mockery, perversity and intimacy. I get soaked generating gooey narratives not invested in sense making but in partiality, in delivering drool containing a story in pieces, possibilities and potential. Im focused on sticky powerful puddings perfect for producing harmonious people and puddles of absorption (understanding).  Devoted to slightly corrupting a shift of perspective which could aid us to contest for meanings and other forms of power. These forms of power and pleasure are constantly enticing our gluey insides, whipping them up, then leaving them to deflate immediately and abandoning them in a frustrating state of disillusionment and dissolution. My want is to care for this global overstimulation by  presenting the public with objects of fantasy that also serve as living working spaces; merging ordinary/familiar things and placing them in hyper sensual gelatinous contexts. Performance and art making provide tools to subvert the structure of desire. These tools paint the hassle for language and the grind against perfect communication. In my videos I attempt to dissolve language: using dubbed english voices, gibberish, spanglish phrases, sprinkled with bubbly babble and directing actors to speak in a language they haven’t before. These sounds are alien to the body and an afterthought to the visual; the work causes a destabilizing feeling because language is our primary way to make meaning.

My characters aim to arouse a vision of utopia that accommodates suffering and restates it as flirtatious hybrids, imbues it with a kinky sexuality. This imagined world is invaded by outside real world systems (ex. bureaucracy, money etc.), but those systems do not overpower the fantasy, they inform it. I lust for our utopia through the guilt inflicted by our almost dystopian reality-- our desires and guilt are inextricable. 

My characters are de-puffed and unexcited by a story that begins with original innocence and privileges the return to wholeness. We amalgamate into amorous adhesive alliance affairs, with the wobble as our medal symbolizing multiplicity, we are passionate about compassion. We become mushy mucilage at the touch of togetherness with no urge to produce a certain complete theory, but there is a interest in experiencing the construction and deconstruction of boundaries.

We seek to stimulate the sexy steam to drip over all and drench us in saavy slop. We see the need for unity and intend  to materialize the amorphous intimacy that exists between all people, by lusting after it, by creating a new system of fetish: a system of hybrid bodies in love with all other hybrid bodies, resisting the obstinate boundaries of language, meaning, and selves.