I am Almost is an ecstatic, carnal chapter including bursting fruits and the tree barely containing rising flames, as Lispector’s “lustful trunk,” a “tree that burns with hard pleasure.” This video includes graphite drawing, inspired by the following passage: “Guts tortured by voluptuousness guide me, fury of impulses.” Footage of writhing snakes blends with the drawing via compositing.

This work is part of “the quivering and lively nerve of the now”, an experimental, immersive video story in three acts, in posthumous conversation with and homage to Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector’s, Agua Viva. This three-part artwork presents an argument for body fluidity and abjection in the face of oppression. A celebration of selfhood, desire, and lust, the work reveals a visceral reflection of living/creating the way Clarice Lispector writes. The artworks revel in abstract carnality to counter this moment of contemporary witch-hunting and politically-sanctioned misogyny. In aggregate, the stories form a poetic love letter to lusty living and an embrace of the digital to tell this story.

I am Almost is an ecstatic, carnal chapter including bursting fruits and the tree barely containing rising flames, as Lispector’s “lustful trunk,” a “tree that burns with hard pleasure.” This video includes graphite drawing, inspired by the following passage: “Guts tortured by voluptuousness guide me, fury of impulses.” Footage of writhing snakes blends with the drawing via compositing.

This work is part of “the quivering and lively nerve of the now”, an experimental, immersive video story in three acts, in posthumous conversation with and homage to Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector’s, Agua Viva. This three-part artwork presents an argument for body fluidity and abjection in the face of oppression. A celebration of selfhood, desire, and lust, the work reveals a visceral reflection of living/creating the way Clarice Lispector writes. The artworks revel in abstract carnality to counter this moment of contemporary witch-hunting and politically-sanctioned misogyny. In aggregate, the stories form a poetic love letter to lusty living and an embrace of the digital to tell this story.