Pushing and pulling the body in and out of where it belongs. Giving and taking away the ability to live. I am interested in control, orchestration, and producing affect onto the lost and lifeless; expressing the possibility for romance in a world of deprivation. In a world of over-influence, censorship, and over-governance, I often find myself asking the question- what is the line between comfortable and uncomfortable, and where does familiarity and logic fit into this conundrum? Although this question annunciates the meaning of taste. When someone views something they believe they like, is the attraction based off of the unknowing or based off of recognizing what is familiar. I like to play on this tight rope, expressing an interest in an uncanny alternative plane, recontextualizing what is known in the contemporary world. Pushing and Pulling information in and out of where it belongs. I push the boundaries of what constitutes a body. I push the extent of life and death, creation and formation. I listen to the heart of the object and then listen to mine, finding my place as the conductor of my own orchestra.