This installation began as a series of informal gatherings which took place over the winter of 2020: part sleepover, part social-practice art, part ‘diasporadic’ coven, and part study group.
A three-part aural brew and online grimoire that casts its gaze out from a closed-door coven of potluck workshops + secret societies + spa retreats + fests of slumber (aka …pwsssrfs…) that took place at Motel Spatie in the winter of 2020.
A Meditation on Skin and Care and its Interconnecting Tissues. Created by Elaine W. Ho and myself for the PWSSSRFS series at Motel Spatie over the winter of 2020, while incidents of racism against Asians were breaking out worldwide in light of the onset of COVID-19
We develop machines in our likeness, we copy that likeness.
We make machines like ourselves, we become that machine,
endlessly carrying and passing down the cycles of inherited cyborg errors.
Initiated by Alina Parigger and myself, Holy Crap was a participatory happening where discarded material was turned into divine altars. The space was open to the public and workshops were held for the