It started with a torn page from a magazine. Then another. And another. I wasn’t trying to make a face, at first. I was just looking, ripping, pasting, layering. Working quickly. Working across several pieces at once.
The faces happened anyway — something building itself out of scraps. Something that had been waiting there. A palimpsest of jewelry, clothing, and body parts. The work pulls at the moment when imitation slips into apparition — when the material tries to become someone, or something, else. When things move from analog to digital and the scraps saturate and the backgrounds fluoresce. Maybe it was haunting me the whole time.

All works: digital collage, archival inkjet, printed 18 x 24, 1 of 1, 2019.