I shared my space for love once, with two juveniles. When they left, having been sold to a zoo in Cologne, I attempted to erase all signs of our cohabitation. Between the damp wooden floor slats I found a small tooth. Shiny, it was less cool than it looked, that niche having preserved a moderate climate. I did not know what to do with it, and so in the meantime I put it in my mouth, pushing it to the back fold of my cheek and upper right molar. I kept the tooth there for some time. I don’t recall what happened to it.

- Imaginary love letter from Dian Fossey to Travis Walton Drawings

I’ll draw you a fly  | installation: Field Projects Gallery

I’ll draw you a fly | installation: Field Projects Gallery

I’ll draw you a fly  | installation: Field Projects Gallery

I’ll draw you a fly | installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail:  Summoning chair for Dian Fossey  |   installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail: Summoning chair for Dian Fossey | installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail:  Olive Oil & Lard  triptych | installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail: Olive Oil & Lard triptych | installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail:  Comet donut burnt offering  | installation: Field Projects Gallery

detail: Comet donut burnt offering | installation: Field Projects Gallery

I’ll draw you a fly  | installation: Field Projects Gallery

I’ll draw you a fly | installation: Field Projects Gallery