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A shadow puppet is a two-dimensional or three-dimensional object placed between a light source and a projection surface, such that it obstructs light to produce a visible silhouette (shadow) on that surface, whose shape changes through controlled movement of the object or light source.

Primer sets a stage of self-consuming acts of expression– where continuous streams-of- consciousness are shredded, creating an intimate loop between creating and destroying.

Fractured memories and emotional confessions come here to rest with no record left behind.This process in Primer mirrors the instability of memory, the fragmentation of thought, and the
disorientation of dissociation. It speaks to the tension between the need to communicate and the failure of language to fully capture internal experience. What remains are partial transmissions, broken narratives, and ghosts of moments already gone.

11. Diasphanes

It sprouted from a pod– a seed cracking at the seams, from it emerged a thing. A neck. A mouth. Then the mouth got longer and it became hard, as hard as bone– it was a beak. Its hair grew wispy and then multiplied into feathers. It let out a shriek as its neck began to bulge. Oh what could it be but another beak peaking through the ruffled feathers. Soon a face, then a head, then another serpent like neck. Again this happened until there were three. Born was Diasphanes, who would soon be protector of the gates that guarded memory and all sensibility. Torn between the rational and irrational, it wandered with its many heads facing many roads, only to find itself stationed back at its post, keeping out the unknowing, and keeping in the all knowing...

10. in memory

collage and objects–
memorabilia of moments that are yet to occur and at a loss for what has passed.

In this passage you will find quilted narratives of past, present, future and ever evolving moments. With the unreliability of self recollection and mental pauses, we are victims of untruths. Analog photography is used as a documentation tool to remember what we forget to remember. Recollections are abstracted and distorted with time. Only time keeps the moments for our minds are fleeting.

09. A stain harder to remove than a tattoo

The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky
The moon rains from the sky

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08. Star Dream Girl

Star Dream Girl is a durational performance and video series that explores the friction between erotic spectacle and formal abstraction. Through repetitive movement, sound, and process-based mark-making, the artist crushes charcoal with a vibrator, applies the pigment to her body, and generates large-scale danced drawings on paper. These acts unfold live and onscreen, where amplified vibrations and looped drum beats turn ritual into rhythm. What results is an embodied study in labor, voyeurism, and transformation—where the line between the intimate and the performative is purposefully blurred.

Operating in a liminal space between fine art and adult content, this work interrogates the transactional gaze, performative control, and the absurdity of visibility itself. Star Dream Girl is not just an avatar of desire, but a sculptor of gesture, sound, and surface—using the erotic not to seduce meaning, but to undo it.

07. Concrete Poems

no more to see, no more to feel, no more all is left is to heal

06. angels are weeping

god is real and i have seen him god is real and we are beneath him god is real and we can breathe him god is real and he will consume us god is real and he is not a friend god is real and for that i suffer god is real i so i choose the other path because where god is going an angel will lose its wings

05. Ashes

Employing elements of dance, Ashes explores the movement of the body and interaction among multiple bodies that bleed into one being. The bodies sway in and out of position while still in synchronized movement. One arm following another, followed by a third, and in this choreography a dance of flesh and surroundings is created. The subjects move in tune to their encompassing background and are aware of space and time-keeping. Like music, the subjects move in harmony. Distorted waves of twinkling sounds envelop the scene, causing uncertainty and chaos but the figures so elegantly continue to follow one another in seemingly organized footwork. Although the figure improvises movements, there is a harmony imbedded in the flesh. Ashes is a reflection of our physical beings falling in line with nature, movements that are organic and genuine because they are not predetermined. The exploration of body and movement play a roll in reaching the ephemeral quality of existence. Ashes is a dance, a song, a mirror of our bodies versus soul and nature.

04. Intimate Acts of Violence

Referencing Butoh and incorporating music "intimate acts of violence" is a performance of grief and ecstasy. Derailing from the tracks of accepted societa norms and crashing into the bleak, dim limbo; the in between; the twilight of night and day...day and night? Where are we now? How do we read the manuscript of sorrows, of violence, of ending, of relief, of grief? Of me and who I am perceived to be? I shall conduct myself to perform behind a mask, as a puppet of self. Myself? I lost my identity time and time over again, swaying between vices, swaying between destinations swaying between souls. My soul? How many souls can I acquire? I am Chichikov, I am me, and I am many me's all at once. AND the page is turned, onto the next cycle of grief and battle with pain. We travel down the cantos til we reach swee icy ecstasy. Down where Virgil leads Dante. We are here and we are free, this is me and ripples of grief lift around me. I see the light and it is bright. Come through th tunnel, be born again and let me cry my fears away.

03. 11:11

no more

02. Novelas

de/a/scending

From Above

based on the telenovelas i would watch with my dear grandmother, may she rest in peace

01. THIS SONG IS ABOUT TAKING OUT THE TRASH

come along with me to a place unplanned

00. Seamless

120mm film - techniques with panoramic and TLR cameras