Poetry is dirty and so are we — Slippery contacts from allocated lockers

Installation of old, heavy belongings prohibited in exhibition spaces; locker-room hooks and restaurant waiting buzzers in pockets (Research for Practice), 2026

Encounters with one another occur through systems and representations of the world—yet those systems can never fully contain our consciousness. This liminality must be recognized, and meaning must be continually rediscovered within it. Love resides in that constant attempt.

Love is not in the word “Love”, and Happiness is not in the word “Happiness”. Some concepts should be constantly rediscovered in the gaps of the mind. Poetic image opens up the invisible liminality between the interstices of linguistic structure. It is not a realm of purity, yet a realm of tear, sweat, dirt, and sorrow. It’s stuffed, smothered, suffocated, and skewed. It’s itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, and itchy, yet unscratchable. Because poetry is dirty and so are we.