SV Randall / as pair legged

SHIFT

DREAM OF ELSE OF EYES

WHERE VACANCY

DRIFTS IN

HOLLOW

If this house is a hologram, then what were we? A limb caught between here and there. Always twisting. A shadow cast somber without light. A moment frozen beneath a coat of shellac. A cloud of hurled words wavering. The single hum of a glowing white refrigerator.

Demarcated dirt denotes distance. And divide. A nonplace where there is only elsewhere and other and afar. And the grooves of my shoes are already caked in mud. Endlessly scrolling our attention slides - never sticking to any-one-thing. Eyes that float and shadows that sink. There is only threshold after threshold.

A downcast gaze is symptom of wanderering. Distracted by veneer. Veer. Deflect. And avert. Self willed alienation. An escape is always just beyond. Lonely, lost, and peculiar this is an atmosphere of splintered identities. When not swallowed up we are left to stumble. Atomized and dissected there is only the possible, plausible, and potential. Interwoven indecisions like bees encircling the hive we call head. Always spilling and coagulating at once. Entombed in a machine we call body.

Collecting Shells

Acrylic on carved Polystyrene, MDF, plaster, and epoxy

44 x 44 x 60 in.

Trace Inscribed

Birch plywood, acrylic paint on rubber, grout, canvas, raw clay, hair, and plants
62 x 82 x 4 in.

Side Door

Acrylic on carved Polystyrene, MDF, wood, vinyl and epoxy
36 x 50 x 80 in.