January 2024
I began a conversation with colleague Dr. Matthew Hearn, loosely based on my distrust of words.
Being dyslexic, reading and writing seem fragile, unstable, hazardous. A malign threat of slippage accompanies each contact with words. Our conversation arrived at a point where words had nothing more to offer. Unburdened by words I had sensation, emotion, and a visceral need to act; I walked to my studio and carved a shape from wood.
When I returned to my desk, words and sentences spluttered and coughed out of my tired hands as each embodied sensation of carving was re-lived.