Leona thinks that anger is a white hot spring that lurks in the bottom of her stomach. Like an underground spring, it innocently lurks, unseen and unacknowledged until it burst. Like one of those hot springs at the Yellowstone Park. It just blows. At first, it is cleansing this eruption, like lancing a cyst. But later, it leaves you feeling unclean, exposed, and ugly.


This is a detail shot from a text installation I did called, Searching.

Searching was installed in a storefront around 2000. The store used lots of mannequins so I hung a series of signs around their necks. The signs, like the one above, were all about searching for, finding and losing love.