Curated by Hannah Ayasse, Chibueze Crouch, & Zoe Donnellycolt

Post-Show Conversation Facilitated by Hannah Ayasse

 

a rough draft of images inside my mind and outside my body.

Visual Artist: Ainsley Elizabeth Tharp

Ainsley elizabeth tharp

As of May 11, 2019.
I’ve been sick all week with congestion. My art is visual. The work I make is manifested through performance. I think i’m from a different planet I sometimes travel to in day dreams. My nudes are swimming somewhere on the internet in a nonplace space for someone to find l8r. I love to make a big fucking mess/// but I guess that is something humans do. Movement is my meditation, a mode of processing, and the way I feel connected to some deeper truth buried in the ground. I’ve been thinking about decomposing, being devoured by the bees I use to save from drowning in my backyard. I love the internet, I love long slow luxurious roll ups, I love being choked, I love my house plants, and honey. I source my magic from mania. Microwaves left out on the sidewalk speak to me on a psychic level.