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Sacred and Profane
Our gods have failed and our idols have been slain.
This body of wood-fired stoneware sculptures is a series of new deities. Birthed on a Black August moon, their creation channels millenia of rage and grief that leads up to today’s genocidal complicity, imperial supremacy, and gender violence.
The process of making these pieces has been an act of exorcism, where gesture and intuition lead the way without premeditated design. Thick-set forms, sometimes salacious, sometimes androgynous, become firmly rooted on the ground. The bodies that emerge—sacred and profane—refute the gender binary, mock puritan religiosity, and resist colonial erasure. Each extract their own origin story, drawing from radical historical moments or contemporary speculative mythology. Their spirits reclaim power and violence as reparative forces, and expel fear and fragility to oblivion.