For this final project I really want to tune into my intuition. I will
work in a space of impulse and trust. I will cultivate a practice of
split-second decisions and hard lines and not looking at my hands. To live
in a world without copy editors. I will get my knees dirty in the
territories of dreamwork, the unseen, the painfully seen, the beyond
seeing. The unconscious waking. Most importantly, I will not shy away from
the wet, from the dirt, from the mess.
I intend to make, to unmake, and to make some more. I intend to cross
media boundaries, to push and prod and break and do things wrong. I want
to forget that I ever learned how to do anything. I want to learn all over
again.
Deliverables:
Messes, something ugly, a body made from left knees.
For final crit I envision a sort of centralized mass. Something
sculptural, very physical. Some sort of perversion of the pedestal, a
display a la early 2010s extreme baking competitions.