A Comic Year

There was a period about three years ago where I cried pretty often. I wasn't sad. In fact, I was my most happy. It was almost daily over podcasts, good stories, a full moon; my heart was open. I felt it all. Then I fell in love with Sam and hardly ever cried.



RECENTLY PUBLISHED


Lost in Jüdischer Friedhof Weißensee

I meant to communicate geographically and socially in real time the terror of lineal entanglement, in the fact of my body moving in relation to other bodies


First Impressions

It's a story that started without me, it started the day that they showed up in California in their suits and fitted blouses.


Morehshin Allahyari: Rendering Borders

At the end of the exhibition, the agents were invited to congregate for a final celebration titled “Border Control” where Allahyari’s body was reassembled within the space.


Alone Not Alone

I deal with the moments that are mundane: an internal monologue, an uncomfortable silence, a night of petting a cat.