Horizon Waver
Performance, 15 min
Aluminum, wood, fabric, stone
9'x16'x2" frame

Photo Aaron Rosenstreich

Moving with a horizon of black fabric, I learn to control the motion of the plane with my breath. The black crosses above and below the audience’s eyeline and the frame ripples like a waveform.


The Advocate
Ongoing performance documented on HD video
TRT 9’

Every summer morning when I can hear the foghorns of Golden Gate Bridge, I find a spot along the Presidio coast to add my voice to the harmonic alerts. There are two foghorns on the bridge—they form a harmonic third, and the difference between their tones allows ships to navigate between the piers. In this performance my voice is a signal that attempts (but surely fails) to assist the incoming cargo ships.


Other Half Orbit (with Ingrid Rojas Contreras)
85 min performance documented on HD video
Installation 10'x12'x16"
Custom reflecting pool, water and dye, cinema lights

Video by Rory Fraser and Christian Gainsley
Sound by Elisabeth Kohnke
Photos by Catherine McElhone, last photo Jamil Hellu

In 2007 my partner, the writer Ingrid Rojas Contreras, was struck by a car on the way to pick up her wedding dress, three days before our wedding. She suffered a concussion and temporary amnesia. This incident became the inspiration for our collaborative work Other Half Orbit.

The installation consists of a large reflecting pool with built-in topographies to hold our bodies horizontally at exactly half-submersion. The images of our bodies become completed by reflection, and a secondary reflection of our shadows is cast on the wall. In the performance, we host an unscripted conversation about Ingrid’s memory loss, dreams, identity, and the possibility that we may never know one another fully.


The Crossing
Installation and 3 hr performance
Curtain, cinema light, water
14'x20'x16" pool and platform

With my breath I submerge in cycles, creating a mirrored reflection of a floating, doubled head.


10 min performance documented on HD video and 16mm film
Installation 14'x24'x18"
Rice paper and adhesive, wire, custom reflecting pool

Video by Rory Fraser
Film by Christian Gainsley
Sound by Ryan Malloy
Photo by Andy Vogt

In a flooded and decaying basement, I carry a sculptural replica of my own body made from rice paper and suspend it above a pool of water, lay below the body and set it on fire. The reflection of the paper body burning aligns with my own body below the water, creating a moment in which both appear to be consumed by the flames. This installation was one of nine created for 3020 Laguna St, a project in a house that was slated for demolition.


Lift/Head Filament
7 min performance documented on HD video
Rice paper, balsa, candle, adhesive

Video by Ingrid Rojas Contreras

In this slow-motion video, what at first appears to be a paper replica of my head is in fact a paper lantern meant to float. Just as it begins to lift in an updraft, it suddenly catches fire. I reach for the effigy as it dissipates.


Nonexistent, Come to Me
2 hr performance documented on HD video
Redwood branches, vinyl, monofilament, string

Video by Rory Fraser and David Goligorsky

I sew myself into a ten-foot replica of my own head and move it from my studio to the gallery, a two-mile, two hour endeavor across the campus of Stanford University. The audience can hear live audio from a wireless microphone inside the head.


Portrait of My Father Illuminated by Pounding Dry Ground
6 min performance documented on HD video
35mm slide projector

Video by Ingrid Rojas Contreras

A 35mm photographic portrait of my father is projected into a dark landscape. I appear below the projection and beat the ground. A cloud of dust rises as my action becomes more frantic, and the portrait grows larger, moving within the waves of dust.


In Extremis (with Ingrid Rojas Contreras)
30 min performance documented on HD video

We drag each other’s collapsed bodies across the desert floor of Death Valley. Each carries the other until a point of exhaustion, then drops. The roles reverse and repeat. The discrepancy between our tasks (my deadweight is much greater) leads to moments of improvisation where the familiarity of the other becomes an odd burden to be accounted for.


I Spend the Day Walking Through Clouds
1 day performance documented on medium format film
Flour, 50 lb rice bag sewn by my mother

Photo by Greg Stimac

I spend a day walking barefoot through my industrial neighborhood, throwing and passing through clouds of flour.