Monthly Archives: April 2015

Bad Poetry

Bad Poetry is a term I use to refer to a series of tragic, ironic and consistent events that occur within a character’s life, without conscious reason, but simply for the pleasure and entertainment of the Gods. It can be found on that particular morning when your alarm clock fails to go off, where you miss…

I Forgot My Name (2015)

I Forgot my Name (2015) is a mixed media work composed of a mixture of sentimental items including clothing tags, receipts, event tickets, important dates and old poetry. The work explores the ways in which tangible items are used to compensate for memory. The work is a self-portrait without formal characteristics: It recalls fragmentation and…

Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds me of good days, and bad too; I still can’t tell them a part.

819 My boyfriend was a warrior, in the street and in our bed, but his silent kisses were more painful than his infliction. Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds of good days, and bad too; I still can’t tell them apart. 

Legacy (Revised)

Legacy Along the walls of the white cube, Are photographs From the life of Alvah Goldbook. They howl at strangers from their polished frames, And lonely places on the walls: Consoling, inspiring, revealing Nothing but mystery and mysticism. Portraits and papers from old cameras and typewriters Jagged, torn, worn and wrinkled, Once ripped—indifferently— By a…