I have circus to thank for: a sweet, clear, festival morning in Montreal; volcano birds at a conference in Iceland; dearest friends with gorgeous back porches in New Jersey; reclaiming home in NYC traffic circles, tucked away gardens, and winter rainbows. I have family to thank for: the sounds of the universe, and prisms.
I followed this project where it wanted to go. To me, the 'circus' lives between the disparate ideas prompted by discussions, the assortment of impulsively collected visuals, the trust to pair sights with sounds and stories. It’s in the infinite ways that rearranging language changes meaning until meaning doesn’t matter and all that is left is sensation — feeling rather than thought.