Koans for 2020

I have spent most of this pandemic year working with handwritten responses from past projects that have resonated with me: Fatigue. Existential Dread. Our country is on the edge of disaster. The ability to find peace within chaos. It’s not over and it really isn’t too late. I carved, stamped, painted, waxed, and rubbed them like fleshy koans until my corner of the room started to look unhinged. But they soothed me because it felt like an act of devotion to these writers, to their discomfort and dread, to my own discomfort and dread. It feels reassuring to trace the scribbled aches of strangers like learning how to write a more honest language. These experiments are leading to a new body of work.