carved foam, wood, hinges, hardware, adhesive, pushpins, text on paper
2022
There's a wounded king, well actually two, and one is more maimed than wounded. They live together in a castle on a hill with the Grail in a room between them. Neither can walk or fuck, but the Grail keeps them alive, so one likes to spend his days fishing in a little pond at the bottom of the hill. Their line is about to end, and the king that doesn't go fishing is pretty worked up about it.
The worried/maimed king tasks you with a quest to find the spear that castrated the two of them, as it's the only thing that will close these gaping wounds they’ve suffered.
He neglects to mention that these wounds might be self-inflicted, and that it's the spear that pierced Christ, and that he lost it in a moment of temptation in a magical forest filled with maidens who hang around all day waiting for knights to ride through.
Your reward for this little enterprise is eternal salvation, but with a good speech stat you can probably get some gold too. Plus you'll get to say you were present for the healing.
If you don't do it, you'll have to hear these miserable kings wailing all day until you get around to accepting, or leave the area.
They'll still be there when you get back though; fishing, complaining, leaking.
Accept? Decline?
sawhorses, cuirass, branch, construction crayon
2022
You’re a knight errant. It’s the 13th century, and you’ve gained fame as both a warrior and a lyrical poet.
You find the underground lair of Venus, the goddess of love; or it’s someone much like her, enough so that you believe her to be divine. You live with her, you love her, you probably have a lot of sex. A year goes by, maybe more. You realize that this idea of reality, this life, is a far cry from what you used to do.
You used to be a knight in the service of god, the big biblical one, not this woman in a cave whose heyday of worship is far behind her. You long to be what you were, and you crawl back to the pope for forgiveness, a second chance, redemption.
He says no. Forgiving you for your trespasses is as impossible as his staff blossoming with flowers.
So you return to the mountains, to the cave and the woman and the fact that you’ve replaced one existence with another, while still acknowledging both.
It’s not a bad life, really.
Three days later, the pope’s staff blooms.
Too late.
inkjet print on poly georgette silk, sewing thread, wood, wire
2019
still image from performance
2016
melamine, plexiglass, used motor oil, speaker, audio recording of
Riz Ortolani's "Cannibal Holocaust (Main Theme)"
2015
still image from theft of a door. found object and performance.
2013