Through my work, the garage becomes a liminal space where working-class masculinities are performed. It becomes a stage for experimentation, testing, execution, and failure. Shifting between domestic and public, it allows us to mod ourselves behind particle board walls and 2x4 studs, or open up the carport doors and spill out onto the driveway like a 10 point buck.
I work to re-map white american masculinity through anxieties and fantasies within its cultural, material, and corporeal manifestations. Through the oscillating process of indulgence and criticism, I play masculine identity, to negotiate its territories, to masochistically prod its tenderness. Through the framework of feminist theory, new materialism, and queer theory, I attempt to resist toxic masculinities while galvanizing critical introspection and humorous dysmorphia.
Pitching my theoretical garage in the landscape of Sword and Sorcery images and aggressive music, tabletop gaming and professional wrestling, woodshop and horror cinema, hunting, sports, and videogames, I am able to take stock of all this shit our dads left us, to loom into the hinterlands to kill what patriarchal monsters await.