I have struggled most as an artist and parent. Living on a single income, with twice the expenses, limits what I can do and where. I can only travel for research if the boy can come along, and has something to occupy him. The same goes for residencies. And the cost of even occasional childcare is prohibitive, let alone regular care. Travel and compartmentalization is fragmentation, causing sanity, time, and financial problems. Again, exponentially even more so with a learning difference. This is in part why my work rejects the artificial division of life, work, family, and environment. And why my practice is integrated, so I can survive and work. Not just survive, thrive. I know, just by the demographics of people who are parents, and people with disabilities, that I am not the only one.
(Dear Milton,) You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
We are at an uneasy moment in social history. On the precipice, looking around and seeing that despite all appearances… something just isn't quite right. But what to do about it?
This installation is a slice of our time, suspended, boundaries fluid, straddling the line of what is and what is possible. One at a time, participants become co-authors of that line between how we are and how we could be, together.
Installation Artifacts
