My work manifests through objects,
timelines deemed too long to be fashionable.
An unresolved death.
Thoughts led by the heart over mind.
Are they deceitful?
Phantoms are conjured to restore the fissures of loss into something
tender and familiar.
The performing body acts
as fodder for connection.
Absence enquires to flesh
out in timid whispers.
Take from it what you need.