CONNIE HOPE

There is something sensual about confidentiality. And when you break that fourth wall with yourself, what does it feel like?

I’ve been spying on myself.

For my sculptures sake.

Here is what I found.

How important is my interaction with the things I see?

If they are only absorbed for a moment.

I can move on like nothing ever happened.

And if, at the time it repulsed me,

I can close it down like an incognito tab.

I formulate sculptures as an abstract feeling, a regurgitation through my brain and out my fingertips.