Four years ago in Marfa.
“Forbidden Boundaries” at Marfa Open — handmade dichroic structures throwing fractured light across the room like stained glass for the post-internet era.
At the time I was still trying to explain what I was making. Now I understand it more clearly: relational sculpture, dance floor logic, salvaged futurism, craft as social architecture.
Seeing Anthony Haden-Guest genuinely connect with the work at Prada Marfa means even more in retrospect. He immediately understood the collision of spectacle, material culture, humor, luxury, trash, performance, and sincerity living inside it.
I wasn’t trying to imitate the art world.I was building my own reflective system inside it. ✨
Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful mother and grandmother 🇮🇹❤️
The original force of nature.
The original aesthetic influence.
The original “don’t start none, won’t be none.”
Love you mom. @fillicelli_art_studio
A bridge made of thread.
A tree shaped by time.
A die suspended between fate and choice.
Patterns raked into silence like thoughts trying to settle.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how fragile crossings actually are…how most transformation doesn’t happen through certainty, but through careful balance, intuition, repetition, and trust.
Tiny cosmologies for surviving the noise. 🤲
I just want to check in with you all and make sure that, in all this talk of consciousness expansion, signal, ritual, technology, and transformation, we remain aligned with and respectful toward Indigenous peoples and lineages whose relationships to land, ceremony, symbolism, and nonverbal knowledge systems are ancient and ongoing.
Not interested in extraction.
Not interested in cosplay.
Not interested in flattening sacred traditions into aesthetics.
I think there’s a difference between listening and consuming.
A lot of what I make comes from salvaged materials, intuition, vibration, memory, disability, queer experience, internet archaeology, DIY culture, and contemporary ritual-making — but I also want to stay aware of where certain ideas may echo older pathways that deserve acknowledgment, protection, and care.
Still learning.
Still listening.
I spent a long time thinking visibility was the same thing as being loved.
Perhaps that’s why being seen started to feel complicated.
Maybe that’s why I kept building glowing things in the dark.
Part of me still wanted to be found.
