The Paths Between Them Are Fluctuating

That Feel When.....

The slurry grammar of the social networking used to bother me. But soon I found myself wanting to do the same. Why? I found that complete thoughts were drained of emotion. Phrased like evocative definitions of an unnamed something, in the voice of the second person, this shredding of language denies the academic third person; it feels visceral.  
I tried diagramming it old school style. Breaking it up and rebuilding it again felt educational and metaphorical at the same time. 
The ongoing nature of how we change language as language changes us. The fixed rules are temporal; it’s our play with language as it flows past us that is the underlying rule.  A few words on a card cut off from a sentence is poignant, it could end any way, we easily insert our lives into just three words. Less gives more. The fragmented sentences and phrases in my works are not broken instead of whole, they are open instead of closed. Every day we break the authority of text- and the shards aren’t the waste; they are how we enter into the conversation.
TFW #3 Vacancy, 2016. 1" x 27" x 24". Assemblage: Antique wood Playskool blocks, Letraset, acrylic. The modular parts are not permanently connected. Meant to be displayed on a flat surface but can be displayed on a wall if requested.

TFW #3 Vacancy, 2016. 1" x 27" x 24". Assemblage: Antique wood Playskool blocks, Letraset, acrylic. The modular parts are not permanently connected. Meant to be displayed on a flat surface but can be displayed on a wall if requested.