That's What She Said: a solo exhibition with Remains Real Fine Art Gallery, May 2025

Two visitors looking at Blue Pondering Face

A visitor looking at The Boss Ladies

Two visitors laughing while looking at Boss Ladies

A pregnant woman looking at the Boss Ladies

Two visitors looking at Broken Hearted Tryptic

Two visitors looking at the Boss Ladies

Her words drift on gentle waves of sound. Undulating in the air and vibrating the smallest bones of your inner ear. Tapping and amplifying. Creating electrical impulses out of her words that your brain can hear.

If your eyes saw her as too tall, or too short would your brain interpret the words differently? Somehow dampen the tapping?

Interrupt the code? 

If your eyes saw her as fat, would your ears hear something funny?

When there was nothing comical at all? 

If she was too dark, her eyes too different, if she was too smart would you trust the signals coming from her? Interceding the message from your ears to your mind. 

What if she was too attractive? Would her words seem only like ambition?

She smiles at you, as she tries not to talk too much. All the while being aware of long uncomfortable silences. 

She waters down her speech, not wanting to use any uncommon flourishes she enjoys. 

She stands still. 

Hands clasped in front of her. 

Trying not to shine too brightly. 

That’s what she said. 

If you can hear her.