I/Not she has a story to tell. I/Not she makes, She/Not I tells it. It is a female tale, with many I’s and she’s, reflecting on the self, mixing muses from the past and present, forming visual and voiced palimpsests, as light as wings, with dark hirsute tails. I/Not she draws, inks, a mute cast from the art historical past and wills them to speak, retracing their steps, in a moving meditation on material touch, echo labours in craft. Both process and work are psychological and visceral.
I/Not she lives, thinks, breaths, dies by the gaze and framing, makes up rules, her own set of controls and constraints to play with it, manipulate the stuck single states it tries to impose on her. She might appear to submit, be dominated by it, then moves, is multiple, transforms to outwit it. Her soft but firm voice subdues it, has done since I/Not she, and many she before her, took up the pen to fend room of their own.
I/Not she swings, walks a tight rope between mind and body, the too tight fit of XX / XY time faded jeans genes, between presence, [I am caught], and absence, [I am void]. As bird, bitch, dark horse, fox, I/Not she inhabits uninhabited clothing, gaze renders her a lass and a lack, [swings absent], acts out, moves in a performative moment in time [swings present], her body is caught as trace on film [swings absent], frames herself via repetitive series of drawings on the write right kind of paper [swings, swings]. As bird, bitch, dark horse, fox is brought back to animus animatronic life, via the oxymoron of stop frame animation, is rendered inter-temporal: that which is in time [swings, swings]. Bird, bitch, dark horse, fox, now fixed and lost object, artifact of ‘liveness’, mort ,speaks mots, via nonsynchronous language. I/Not she, bird, bitch, dark horse, fox, swings female: there, not there, present, absent, paradox in name and essential materiality. Is I/Not she here?