ARTIST STATEMENT
THE SERIES
I am the architect of my own silence.
Built straight backed against a blank sky.
Before the wind carries the first whisper,
I know exactly who I am.
A sudden draft in a locked room.
The air grows heavy with heavy words.
I tilt my chin to meet the weight,
wondering whose mouth gave it flight.
They speak of me in the abstract,
slicing my shadow into digestible lies.
So I turn to face the cutting edge,
to see the hands that hold the knives.
Wrap the fabric tight around the bone.
Let the wool become a stone wall.
If they cannot see the heart of it,
they cannot claim they watched it fall.
Shattered in distinct ways.
Which version belongs to me?
When the world shouts a louder gospel,
the quiet truth becomes hard to see.
Take back your heavy, borrowed coats.
I will not wear the shape of your design.
Let the dust settle where it pleases,
but do not call that landscape mine.
Float in the spaces between facts.
Neither entirely wrong, nor wholly right.
Let the details blur into the background;
there is a strange comfort in losing the light.
On the polished floor of what remains,
I collect the threads they tried to tear.
A little frayed, a little altered,
but still a garment fit to wear.
Let them debate the history of the fire.
I am already walking through the ash.
The truest thing I have left to give
is the shadow that I cast.
I am the whisper, the witness, the lie.
I am the angle you choose to believe.
Stand close enough, and you will see,
there are a thousand ways to hold the sky.
You ask me to be crystal, clear,
So you can see your likeness here.
And yet you judge me just the same.
You demand a flawless screen,
To broadcast shadows you have seen.
You watch through dithers of your doubt,
While I remain inside, not out.
So project the pixels, the noise, the gray,
And carve my shape black and white.
My eyes will find you through the distortion.
I am done with your perfect portion.
Sides to Truth is an 11 piece series divided into two distinct bodies of work.
The 10 numbered pieces follow a single figure through the full arc of what it costs to tell the truth and remain in it. Each piece is a 1 of 1. The journey is singular. It happened once, to one person, in one sequence that cannot be repeated or replicated.
The 11th piece, Fragmentation, stands outside the sequence. Where the 10 pieces ask you to walk alongside the figure, Fragmentation steps back and shows you the mechanism itself. One face. Every effect simultaneously. No journey, no arc, no resolution. Just the raw truth of how a person gets seen, which is always partially, always through someone else’s filter, always in pieces that never fully add up to the whole.
This is why Fragmentation is an edition. Fragmentation is not a singular experience. It is a shared condition. Twenty people can hold it because twenty people, and far more, know exactly what it means to be seen only in pieces no matter how whole you actually are.
The 10 pieces are the journey. The 11th is the reason the journey had to be taken.
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