Graduated with masters of fine arts in visual studies at pacific northwest college of art. portland, oregon- usa. may 20, 2018.
Group Exhibition featuring artists questioning the self, our processes of nostalgia and fragmentation of narrative and memory. A show focused on the theme of mental health and transformative approaches of depression and romanticization of the past, present and future. "The Politics of the Self" will be displayed for viewing within the gallery space.
2547 W North Ave
CHICAGO IL 60647
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Plants that heal me as a person, I’m not talking about this on a spiritual level, but more on a physical, emotional and spacial one.
I have three life spans of plants that reside within my basement suite:
I keep these different life spans within my living environment to remind myself that people grow, and people die. Everything and everyone has a different lifespan.
I keep the long-term plants as a reminder that our growth is what we make it, how hard we work, and how dedicated we are to survival, sunlight, love & food. Once you’re long-term plants have died due to neglect this is a sign that you need to check yourself. You need to take care.
I keep greenery in a vase that will only last about a month or two, it depends on how much I change the water in the vase, how often I trim the greenery, and what kind of plant it is. I keep this shorter lifespan as a reminder of everything in between life, growth and death. Although it remains in our space longer and is more resilient to time and neglect, this too is also temporary.
I buy myself bunches of short span floral that will only live up to a few weeks as a reminder that our time here is limited. Appreciate the beauty within our short-term stay; find the beauty in others who are only on this earth for a brief visit- a short amount of time.
The person who wrote this album is who "The Politics of the Self" is dedicated to. This album is called "Frozen Arms" and is an absolutely beautiful album. I can no longer listen to it because his words remain so vivid in my head and my heart. Please listen to it for me. There were days when I would be listening to his music in the bathtub drinking gin by myself. When he would come home he would pull me out of the bathtub, get me dressed - then pour me another drink. Rest in Peace my beautiful Chris.