feast
It is raw, it is real, it is happening with you in the room and can only be experienced in the “here and now.” It is open to a multiplicity of heres and nows depending on the realities, perceptions, localities... of those present.
Archives
Tides of the Wolf
Audience members whisper into a magic lantern their favorite and most accursed first experiences of love.
Stage Directions for Trans Girls in Love : Gloss
The extravagance of these small fragments and minor aesthetic details are not wasteful, but beautiful. Think trans girl with diminutive ambition, sufficient amuse-bouche, endless caress, depressive, but comfortable, reparative when she leaks a little, and juvenile with a crush.
Dramatis Personae : Gloss
What makes me who I am, or lets me become what I am not?
[UNTITLED] Water, Perspex, Soil, etc. : Gloss
The auteur at the heart of her text yearns to close the gap between the art object and herself, the art star. At least, she wants the appearance of having forsaken aesthetic detachment. And we’re with her.