Over the course of two years, I’ve allowed a stack of linoleum vinyl sheet flooring to accumulate on top of my studio floor at Yale University. Like pages in a book, or notes between stanza, each individual layer holds impressions of my physical body. I dug into this synthetic landscape like a real hunk of marble, in search of evidence of a life lived as LORE; a pseudonym character I embody in the studio who marinates between the layers of faux. Few days before our thesis exhibition, I made a final cut to remove from my studio floor in the shape of my grandmother's kitchen in Chicago.
