A whore is a whore is a whore
2024-ongoing
The viewer enters into a dark room. Makeup remover wipe “prints” hang from two lines, which are pinned to my face at my temples. The the lines are pulled taut. Minuscule movements bring a trembling sense of life into the wipes. My face, smeared with white paint, is pale.
In this performance, which has occurred in two different iterations, I hold that tension between my body and this image. In my effort to suspend these images, I willfully “miss” the mark.