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“old style on tap”

dye paste and stitching on cotton; 2019

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“smallie fish plaque”

guache, batting, thread, cotton; 2019

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“high life plaque”

mixed media on cotton, thread, batting,: 2019

“she was a public house”

2019; ongoing project

dominant narratives of queer migration from “town” to “city” after enduring a life of secrecy or persecution, assert that the only way of achieving queer community or happiness is by way of urban lifestyle. this metronormative narrative, for me, has resulted in the socially constructed compulsory act of not only denying/severing family relationships but also participating in oppressive ways of asserting my queerness (conforming to white gay male consumer culture, operating on false dichotomy of rural vs. queer existence, etc.)

A Watertown Wisconsin native, my mother tended bar at the local bowling alley, Firehouse Lanes Bar and Grill, for over 25 years. The Tavern was home to many a birthday celebration, break-up wings, and later, many many cocktails.

Deeply concerned about the urban rural divide and misconceptions of both realities, I reflected upon my community prior to defining and outlining my own community as a queer person and city dweller. Who were my people before I was me? constructing objects reminiscent of the Wisconsin bar that raised me, I recover memories of my hometown community and examine my own existence as a midwestern queer/lesbian person.