RuptureXIBIT (+Studio)’s Artist in Residence Kate Howe occupied the front gallery space, workshopping new ideas, developing their latest WIP and working on their next immersive installation.

Final Feeding

Kate Howe WIP kraft paper, aluminum wire, tar, shellac and stitching.

"she’s too big
lifting, never rising, she pushes, folds, opens,
and is closed

Grotesque; she should not be conceived in a box like this; it doesn’t feel ethical to press her ragged wings against the walls
Sew her shut and drag those limbs, strong as silk,
Through the tar

she knows she will not live
but she will fight for every moment inside this box
or breaking it, die anyway.

“I proved it to myself yesterday.” she wrote six years ago in a note she left for me.
“If I fight, I WIN.”

I hear you, dead and arisen through
Sysiphisian baptisms of catastrophic
Female malaise.

You died anyway, I whisper, as I hold her to my chest, encircle her with arms, alive once again, but no longer hers.

My wing hits the window."

-Kate's writing on this piece.