Mckenna Goade



Artwork

“I (give) myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love”

“Suffering, like a stone...(around my neck, deep inside me)”

Death Rattle

That Which is Read by the Body

A Porous Assemblage

For Your Reclined Body


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Essays + Other Writing
Right now, I’m wondering ...if contact is only an interruption, why do I so desire it?                    how to prevent agar and compost mixture from molding?                    if I saw lined paper in the clouds.                    how can I be without border?                    can watching these systems run trigger a response in the viewer that reminds them of witnessing death?                    can we compost "being"?                    am I permeable?                    what will the multitudes of bacteria that metabolize landfills make of their ingredients?                    how to be with what leaks.                    how to sit with the chemical, the bodily, the archival, as the mingle blur and stack.