Destruction Styles, 2020

Producing images whilst producing writing has become quite important to my practice. The more I write, the less I write towards clarity, and what once was an impulse for putting 'truth' down, is now an uncertain medium of multiple articulations in many directions... In imagery, meaning is slippery and interpretation is unnecessary — it is the right kind of footnote to accompany the ambiguities of text, which ironically has the appearance of seeming to know what it's talking about. While the politics I hold onto feel quite clear to me, I also know that the chaos of any soul's collision with its body's 'politics' means straightforward communication styles are not viable/ sincere. Maybe pictures make some space for a soul?