Examining how letters, sentences, phrases are both put together and dismantled, foggy grey cloud of words conveys the rasping space of words that get stuck not only in our throats but in our heads. In the piece, a monologue is hand-printed on cotton paper, the text then torn into strips and reassembled as a long sculptural work. Words—bisected and splintered—stutter across the wall, highlighting our difficulty with language.
hand-printed typographs on dissevered cotton paper, approx. 30 cm x 305 cm, 2018
left hand section
right hand section