I find the vulnerability of awkwardness beautiful. A person’s humanity can reveal itself in situations where they’re just trying to “cope”, and I often put my performers and myself in these sorts of circumstances. No matter how lofty or theoretical my ideas might be, the need to yawn, snack, or pee hold me accountable to a time and place, and to my body. I like to imagine that these physical requirements prevent human beings from being totally absorbed by the inhuman economy of production. In the face of progress, productivity, profit, and speed I want to remember the fragility of the body.
At the same time, I’m interested in the illusionistic space of fantasy, as it infiltrates actual, three-dimensional space. Belief can provide a symbolic solution to a real need; we can decide to believe in something because we need to, in order to go on living with the sometimes harsh realities of the world. But when we arrive at the vacation get-away promised by the infomercial, we’ve still got our gasping, broken-down bodies. These striving, desiring bodies and their obedience, rebellion and ingenuity are at the center of the work I make.