ILEANA TRUDI RAPP born January 21 at 10:51 am

Transparent people in the recovery room. Effect of pain relief prescription. It’s funny to be exhausted and inflamed by joy. Meeting mostly other men in the hallway warming up meals, boiling water or smearing peanut butter; a new arrival says I look tired. I feel complete by my daughter. Seeing her as part of myself, someone of me, who might really come to understand the weird nuance of this subjectivity. I feel like even at one day old, she already knows.

Faux Pas

 

In 2018 I was invited to participate in a group exhibition in Schaarbeek, Belgium. The piece that was chosen by the curator was this squishy bubble-gum coloured object I made by casting epoxy resin in crude foam forms, then breaking it out before it was completely cured and twisting it in on itself. I'm not particularly proud of any of this work; it was more something I was just moving through. Anyways, this post isn't about that.. It's about this photo that my best friend Emile took with his phone during the opening whereby a stranger stroked the artwork with his right hand. I don't think it was captured — but if I remember correctly — he also gave it a little squeeze.