INSTINCTUAL FORMS
 2023 
experimental performance with ani 
this performance is not ready.  but this is a test run of it.  FREE PALESTINE!
 







VOICEBOX
2023
electronic
transcript:

tell me you cannot hear me. i whisper words that can only be true, and you tell me that you cannot fucking hear me? i am afraid to speak up, shy, but you think that i am uncertain. I am not. I have never been more certain of anything in my life. you tell me that it is the wind obstructing your ears, that i speak on a frequency you do not understand. why? am i too quiet for this world? or are you not listening hard enough?

your ears are conditioned to tune my voice out, and hearing me is a strain for you. you have made this clear enough. i am nagging, my feminized voice a mosquito in your ear, and you swat me away and tell me to speak louder. you interrupt my observations with nothings- if you cannot hear, then what I am saying has no value. others cast glances your way, ashamed, because i falter. i am not immune to these interruptions, the casual doubt casts shadow on my certainty. i respect you, do you not respect me? i clear my throat and move on.

it is even worse when you repeat after me. you repeat what i say with disgust on your tongue, afraid that if i held power, you would lose it. why is it so fucking hard for you to say i am right? why can you not let my words, my bravery sit in open air.

respect me, words need not pass my tongue. do you understand ? my vocal cords are not so tainted. for you, i will yell. I do not need you to understand me , i just want you to fucking hear me.



I explore the way that i feel with what i think to be our original sonic instrument, the voice. by using technology to extend and alter my voice, it weaponizes it with the words. are voices meant to be understood? I am not sure, perhaps they are only meant to be heard.




    
CLAY PIGEONS / DIVINE INTERVENTION
2021
performance in which i gathered litter left by hunters on a nature preserve near my house, and arranged calling to crop circles. these hunters will look at their reflections in the broken mirror, and see the trash that they have left in the form of clay pigeons and shotgun shells, and see the human and divine impact on the natural habitats where they are hunting.