
Mom, I so want you to hold me like you did when I was a child
A sculpture of my mother's hands. The hands that nurtured me, taught me, held me.

Your Actions Ripple Through Seven Generations
In this sculpture I map the morphic relationship we have with our ancestors. It is the wedding photo of my grandparents.

Dad, I Can't See You Properly
This nude of my father is my study on how data flows through the human corpus collosum. We all exist as split personalities: spiritual and operational.

Where are you Dad?
This piece zooms subatomic space to the resolution of human understanding. It gives us the opportunity to digest how matter is a matter of perception. We are made up of largely empty space.
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