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.
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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
It's a story that started without me, it started the day that they showed up in California in their suits and fitted blouses.
What to do, when museums seem to want our art but not our bodies?
How is colonialism embedded within our our day-to-day experience—in soup containers, in a newspaper, in the patterns that we see?
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.
I deal with the moments that are mundane: an internal monologue, an uncomfortable silence, a night of petting a cat.
