The work do has to with being and feeling unbalanced and balanced, the lack of control while at the same time having control. This is a game I’ve been playing with myself since I have been a kid living with a disability. The game goes like this: I try to cover up my imperfections as best that I can and no one notices them. I’m covering up the imperfections that society tells me I have. So why do I do this? I do it for the same reasons we all do, trying to fit into group that we want to be put of. What happens when I/we start to believe that the imperfections we are covering up are really terrible things?
We start to define what our self really is. But how can they be so terrible is they are part of who we are?
This makes for a mess. My work asks the question: Who am I and is society defining who I am or I am defining who I am? As we grow, we are constantly redefining or repainting the sense of self. We feel the need to know that we somehow fit into this one big place, the world. The time may come upon us when we feel this place we live in may not care if we are here or not. At this point we do one of two things; we confront the world and try to find our place in it or we create our own little place and space and live in our own little world.