A precarious balance inevitably doomed to failure. A body caught just before it falls. A suspended humanity clinging to its last breath. A contemplative odyssey of a long fall that never happens, yet is obvious. The body of an invasive, metastatic species. This body holds. But for how much longer? This world is certainly walking on its head...
in the myth of Sisyphus, albert camus describes three possibilities once you've fully understood the world you live in: politics, art or suicide. this is one of the only outlets i've found for not choosing the last option.
like the scientists of the IPCC or the meadows report, who have been warning in the same way for over 50 years, i've chosen the same motif of making assisted self-portraits or portraits of other bodies of people i love to represent the aberrance of the situation and the collective suicide to come as a result of our activity.
I use my own body and the bodies of people I love, as well as circus techniques to make those picture
portrait of body I love or assisted portrait thank to person I love
