about the project:

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There are things that language will never capture, words that slip through your fingers if you try to hold them still. I know this as a writer and as an artist because I don’t know what “artist” means. I know that I was an artist when I was five years old. I know that children can be artists, but I don’t know if they are making art to self-express—maybe they are just recording their reality, translating what they feel. Maybe anything recording reality can be art, but this is problematic once we ask what doesn’t record reality. Then suddenly everything is art. And what about the artist— can an artist be an object, brainless, and still be capable of self-expression?

 

Generally, the question of what "art" is serves to make the word appear in everything. I have found the same to be true for religion.

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The present age experiences the "death" of God, or a collective falling away from organized religion and into rational and secular thinking. The consequence is disenchantment—a loss of magic in the everyday experience. This is a grave loss for our collective imagination. Many people aren't sure how to cope with being spiritually emptied and lack the motivation to orient themselves. I decided to make a conscious effort to reverse this loss in my own life, as an artist and as a person.

 

This project is a collage, both visual and written, a literal exquisite corpse made from bits and pieces of religion that I resonate with. What forms is a web of touchpoints between the metaphysical and the tangible. I hope all readers, religious or non-religious, find hope or some other feeling in the fact that magic lies just under the fabric of our material reality. I am trying to say, in short, that under special conditions a window opens into the heavens.​​​

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