Micki Tschur

Region: West

What I’m interested in is sampling from different worlds and clashing them; the heroic and cute discourse, the hard, frozen, and curvaceous pond and the entangled feminine flex; the flaccid hose sprays, and the face gets ripped off—not to leave out feeling awestruck at the abnormal growth and the entwined donut. I fancy the fragile clown, the uncertain twin, the immortalized road kill, and the sacrificed holiday meal—any which way you can. It is about the adventure bound searching for home, through the woods and along the way.