There is a particular kind of silence that comes after the noise. Not peace. Something heavier. The silence of a person who has been looking for too long and is no longer sure what they are looking at.

I keep returning to figures who stand still in a world that cannot stop moving. Faces that refuse to be placed. Hands that know something the face will not say. Garments that arrive before the person does, and stay long after they have gone.

I am interested in the moment before the performance begins. And the moment after it ends. What is carried in between. What is left on the floor when the costume comes off.

This work is ongoing.