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Vulture Invocation Realness,  [Filmed by Chani Bockwinkel @ Stern Grove, June 2020]

i feel vulnerable.

i feel vulnerable.

i feel vulnerable. 

finding strategies for getting out of my own way.

finding strategies for getting out of my own way.

finding strategies for getting out of my own way.

i am in relation.

i am in relation.

i am always in relation to letting something go.

death by disco_pt. 2 [Presented at BAMPFA, Nov. 2019] live sound composition by DJ Madre Gitana 

composing, decomposing, flesh bodies. 

the womb space. the internal hearth. 

how long will it take for us to melt?

how long in this state of unknowing?

I am the plastic. the ice itself. the slippery inconsistencies.

plasticity of memories colliding. 

press play. rinse and repeat.  

do you re-member me?

death by disco_pt.II  [Presented at BAMPFA, Nov. 2019, Live Set by: DJ Madre Gitana] 

This work continues deepening the research motif of club spaces as sites of generative dissonance. I've always been interested in durational practices because duration and repetition to me are inherently connected to ritual. How many hours have I spent inside of a dark club space surrendering to the pulse of the beat and why does the pulse continue to beckon me towards it? There is something more here to be discovered.  

nothing ever stays white for too long,  [Presented at East Side Arts Alliance, Sept. 2019]

you know it's a risk, right?

you might step in shit. it might start raining. 

all white for ceremony, for ritualistic purposes, 

for commitments to letting go of what is no longer needed. 

wash the sharp edges with a warm white cloth, rose water, 

and lavender scented soap. 

where do you want to go from here?  

vectors of yearning and desire propel and differentiate through me. 

another iteration of not the same old thing, [presented at Joe Goode Annex, Apr. 2019]

club space as a site of generative dissonance. 

multi-directional desires and sites of generosity.

our bodies dripping in sweat and cum. 

i continue persisting on my liberation. 

hours spent banging my body against impulses

in dark caves and cavernous spaces. 

The Tower. Fecundity. The Conductor. The Navigator. 

We are all implicated as we witness the unfolding.  

death by disco_pt.1, [Presented at SAFEhouse Arts, Feb. 2019] 

find your own entry point. 

the rupture of grief; its latent cacophony, the phantom limb

what do you tell a heart that is perpetually breaking? open? 

this too is temporary. this cocoon is critical, necessary, it hurts to dissolve 

into nothing and everything at the same time. 

frequencies embedded in my DNA. 

are you the bridge or the green faux fur coat? 

here's my number.   

untitled,  [Presented at SAFEhouse Arts, Nov. 2019]

i'm embarrassed that I tried doing too much.

i admit that i was not able to activate the template.

in this case, less could have been more, but when duration is important how does this shift the context of less is more?

perhaps working with one specific thing for one hour?

what emerges from this clear cut focus?

what about the elements of magical realism?

what about the importance and significance of hyperbolic excess? when is it better to take several steps back in order to step back in?

Green River Study, [Presented at Green River in Williamstown, MA, Nov. 2013]

This work was initially inspired by the work of Ana Mendieta and William Pope L's Crawl. I found a deep resonance with Mendieta's Silhueta series, particularly their traces, decomposition, and emptiness alluding to interminable context. Pope L's Crawl reminded me of the body of the invisibilized immigrant worker, of my parents' own border crossing from Guatemala to the U.S., of the countless bodies who never make it. If you only had an hour to pack, what things would you pack in your suitcase?