breath, latex gloves, monofilament
This body of inflatable work first started when I was sinking to one of the lowest points of my life: too much was happening at once as I watched, drowning. One day, I saw a box of latex gloves next to me. I reached out for one and blew into it. After four deep breaths, the limp hand was alive, squeaking with every twist, nearly popping as a reminder to be gentle and patient. I also felt so much better. It must have been all the breathing.
This special project circles back to me every time I need a hand. The number of blown gloves tracks all the time I spent grieving the loss of a loved one, reflecting on a situation, processing my emotions, and eventually healing. As I watch the fleshy blobs multiply, I am buried in the mound of inflated remnants of fingers, and I feel comfort in knowing that I am also growing with them and more days will come… so that I can blow more gloves.
In the beginning, it was only my breath that filled these gloves. As the project evolved, my friends, family, and anyone who wishes have been welcome to breath with me and create something that may be temporary but soft.
I invite you to explore the pockets of tender spaces under the arches of connected hands. Please feel free to touch and hold the installation. Please be aware that they sense your anxiety and will pop if treated roughly.
TOUCH ME. I'M SOFT. | MORNING AFTER PUFF | CRITTERS
NO MAN'S LAND
PLEASE DO TOUCH