Interlopers, 2025
Video mapping on wood cutout, aluminum supports
Each night, the Coyote howls as we fall into sleep. I think it comes down from the sky, made of stars and dust, roaming the dark desert. When the first light of morning paints the sky, the Coyote fades, returning to the heavens to rest until the night comes again. That’s why, when I see one in the day, I whisper good luck. It must be something important, something unfinished, that keeps it from its true place.
