materials: japanese silk scavenged at jalan jalan in kuala lumpur. vintage american-made silk lingerie slipped on sneakily at a thrift store in albuquerque. dark cotton fabrics gifted by my grandma in malaysia; my mother’s mother. bamboo from my yard wrapped in rice paper and held together with kitchen glue made at midnight. light purple egyptian-cotton salvaged from bedsheets shared with an ex-fiance in cairo. silk panels and deconstructed lingerie stitched together with thread from unknown origin in building 9a, street 9, floor 8, apartment 29, in sakanat el-maadi, cairo, 4212020, egypt––aka the house of mirrors. silk panel made for a collaboration on gendered military language and taped to one of many floor-to-wall swan-painted mirrors in our living room that overlooked the nile. untouched for months. call to prayer. pink stained satin cinch sack filled with 12-inch cuts of hair. koshary and cigarettes. a key to our old room. the word كهربا kahraba. clandestine estrogen. a glass table flipped. panel as witness to the end of a documented engagement. a spot of blood from when i cut my finger at the airport while leaving cairo. tomatoes harvested with jetlag. silk panel repurposed in willits with residual grain from the stoneground mill i worked. white deer, soon to be gone. a large compost pile. avian body cut and stitched together inside a tiny cabin at the school of adaptive agriculture aka farm school aka the autonomous zone. sweet mischief and difficult talks. fire season. passages of khalil gibran read before each slaughter. bleating sheep outside my window. free palestine.
2023. 40 x 45 inches.