Language of Being

Am I at home? Wrapped in mohair, eaten by moths. Wanting to dream. Porous, bathed in milk. A spoonful of sugar, forever pouring. Enclosed, embedded, enbalmed. A pony, a memory, a ghost. This language of my being is only a house. I can walk away from it.

This series was shown at the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art (BMOCA) in 2000. Materials include marble, milk, mohair, photo, feathers, resin, plaster, wax, lace, teacup, key, toy gun, and toy horse.


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