My work has always largely dealt with intimacy and vulnerability. After the pandemic started, and I was forced to live alone a lot sooner than I had anticipated, I started feeling really lonely and like the things that my art centered around had vanished. At first I thought that it was about actually being alone, in a literal sense. I lived alone, I didn’t interact with anyone physically or in person for months at a time, and when I did it was few and far between. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that I still existed even if other people weren’t constantly being reminded of my physical presence.
But looking back at myself, and my art from before the pandemic I realized that what I was actually missing was physical connection between people, in the most simple form. Just touch. Touch is important to me as a person , and is definitely my love language. I feel most connected to others when we can touch. And it really has nothing to do with lust, or sex, or anything like that and has more to do with the simple act of touch in the most innocent and yet still intimate ways.
Before the pandemic I feel like we took touch for granted, through handshakes and hugs and kisses. You wouldn’t give it much of a second thought when prompted to touch someone else. And now there is a long dialogue that we go through internally before touching someone. This project to me has ended up being a recollection of physical connection and an ode to touch and how we connect with each other through touch and create really intimate connections and are vulnerable with each other.
Looking at touch, intimacy and vulnerability with other people in a very nostalgic way that we don’t really get to have anymore.