This quote resembles the way I view materials as a body, and the way I interact with the material is my way of breaking away from just being material and turning it into a subject. Materials always spoke to me. A language that communicates through touch. A touch that means so much whether its a tight squeeze, a slow cut, an aggressive pull or even a gentle gesture. The smoothness and roughness of a material or the thickness is what turns me on. Material reminds me so much of the body. The gaze, being my gaze and the way I handle these objects and materials is if I'm making love to a body. A body that I have full control over. A body that is submissive to it's owner. My experience towards materials and sculptures always consist of touch, sound, and the remembrance of taste. Therefore, through my eyes, these sculpture or objects become subjects. Remembering the thin run of a strand of hair that mimics its touch to thread or wire. The feeling of latex and or the sound of its pull due to its elasticity/strength reminding me the taste of skin that has been cut. The translucency and smoothness of wax reminds me the warmth of sperm, vaginal discharge or the taste of saliva. These subjects and fantasies become part of a space, they become part of a
This quote resembles the way I view materials as a body, and the way I interact with the material is my way of breaking away from just being material and turning it into a subject. Materials always spoke to me. A language that communicates through touch. A touch that means so much whether its a tight squeeze, a slow cut, an aggressive pull or even a gentle gesture. The smoothness and roughness of a material or the thickness is what turns me on. Material reminds me so much of the body. The gaze, being my gaze and the way I handle these objects and materials is if I'm making love to a body. A body that I have full control over. A body that is submissive to it's owner. My experience towards materials and sculptures always consist of touch, sound, and the remembrance of taste. Therefore, through my eyes, these sculpture or objects become subjects. Remembering the thin run of a strand of hair that mimics its touch to thread or wire. The feeling of latex and or the sound of its pull due to its elasticity/strength reminding me the taste of skin that has been cut. The translucency and smoothness of wax reminds me the warmth of sperm, vaginal discharge or the taste of saliva. These subjects and fantasies become part of a space, they become part of a