Artist Talk

Here is an oyster I made. There’s even a TV inside it. A bass piano string remembers the sound. Anyone else warm in here? This community has seen me through everything. I once made a bathtub David Byrne bathed in. The lightning comes from a little mechanism. I don’t have any easy answers. All the wood is sustainably sourced. I want people not to know they’re about to see another person. Unlike tonight before you walked in here expecting something from nothing.

So in Love

When you draw the map of the village you hope to one day find, all I see is a regal sequence of clouds. God I’m so tired of poetry! Hills sometimes look like hills. Hills often look like clouds. I can’t help the candy wrapper trying to bisect the lawn because you usually call this “random.” God I’m so in love with poetry. If I could draw a map of my heart—and here I use “heart” in the most anciently Egyptian way possible—if I could draw that map, I’d draw it shapeless, no borders. You could walk all over the whole bloody thing.