Our surroundings don’t leave
us even when we walk away.

There has been much worth letting go of in recent years, yet I still feel an atmospheric pull to try and tie the air back together, to weave something grounding where I am. Consumed by various disappointments, distractions, and environmental consequences, I feel the weight of distance and mourn my lost sense of home. Through this work, I am attempting to hold space for desired reconnection and a renewed voice.

In reaction to the drastic changes in our communal spaces, my work considers our physical, personal, and political boundaries. Precariously occupied constructions create collisions of materiality: putting viewers at odds with the familiar, challenging them to confront distance and restraint, and the claims they stake.

7. 2023


(c) stacy Isenbarger 2023