Marsha Abramson

Eggs, bananas, words, sentences, human thoughts, masturbation, a frustration which I have trouble discerning as to whether it is more with myself or with the structure framing my actions and identity as I navigate various aspects of society, a desire/compulsion to tear away from everything that is asked of an artist statement, perhaps turning it into something other than what it was meant to be, its own expression of something, as I feel that the particular way in which inherent truths are accessed through modes of expression is essential to what I strive towards communicating through my practice.