Photo Processess
02-19-2021
02-19-2021
The talismans are charged with essence, though they fade over time. Just like how light affects silver gelatin paper, they burn develop. This shows the autonomy of the object, how it grows without our breath.
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B.F.A Work
B.F.A Work
Strange World
03–16–2021
03–16–2021
During my time as “president” I was fortunate to bring together artists such as, Gabs Conway, Hannah Phelps, and Sofia Herling. With early works from Zach Zadja, Wren Path, Eliza Jorgenson, M. Hampton, and many others. - Thank you
Filed under:
Fine Arts Association & Sarah Campbell BFA Exhibition
Fine Arts Association & Sarah Campbell BFA Exhibition
A ∪ B
2021
Paramnesia: a moment uninhabited
Filed under:
BFA Work, Group Show
BFA Work, Group Show
MoonChasers:
Spear v. Lasso
02–28–20
Spear v. Lasso
02–28–20
Poetry Given:
Heavy in the distance
Cold air makes my lungs stale.
Felt across the lake.
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Remain (behind from)
until the mail calls me back.
Alarms stay silent.
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Existence here is
a remembrance of a floor -
nothing below it.
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Inhale styrofoam,
I'd hate to repeat myself,
inhale styrofoam
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Modern monolith,
O my creator lays waste,
we must live here now.
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This is where I’ll be
A being of sentience.
Rest in factories.
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Objects of worship
There’s no deliverance in their idolatry.
No means to find catharsis
Only the sweet fantasy from their myths.
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I-35 S
A warm January fog,
Is it all endless?
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The image makar
She leaned close and spoke
Against his ear, “ludis”
“Well that’s part of your
Problem right there.“
The old man said.
“You don’t really want to catch
Her. Not Really. Will you trail her
Through the sky. Of course not.”
You want to meet her.
That means you need the moon
To come to you.
Heavy in the distance
Cold air makes my lungs stale.
Felt across the lake.
----------------------
Remain (behind from)
until the mail calls me back.
Alarms stay silent.
----------------------
Existence here is
a remembrance of a floor -
nothing below it.
----------------------
Inhale styrofoam,
I'd hate to repeat myself,
inhale styrofoam
----------------------
Modern monolith,
O my creator lays waste,
we must live here now.
----------------------
This is where I’ll be
A being of sentience.
Rest in factories.
----------------------
Objects of worship
There’s no deliverance in their idolatry.
No means to find catharsis
Only the sweet fantasy from their myths.
----------------------
I-35 S
A warm January fog,
Is it all endless?
----------------------
The image makar
She leaned close and spoke
Against his ear, “ludis”
“Well that’s part of your
Problem right there.“
The old man said.
“You don’t really want to catch
Her. Not Really. Will you trail her
Through the sky. Of course not.”
You want to meet her.
That means you need the moon
To come to you.
Filed under:
B.F.A Work
Collaborative Exhibition with Anthony Clementi and Jacob Bluhme
B.F.A Work
Collaborative Exhibition with Anthony Clementi and Jacob Bluhme
Exhibition Archives
2024
MFA Degree Show
2024
Swatched x Cool
2023
2023
2021
2021
2021
2021
2021
2021
2020
2021
2021
2021
2021
2021
2021
2020
2020
2019
2019
2018
Non-Exhibited Works
︎ Music Photography
︎ Alternative Processes
︎ Analog Photography
︎ Sculptural Works
︎ Sound
︎ Design
︎ Moving Image
︎ Others?>
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