In 2004, I became a word in a story by Shelley Jackson, called Skin. This story was being published on a canvas of human bodies, with each person having one word tattooed on them. The story itself will never be publicly published elsewhere, so if you want to read it you’ll have to get all 2,095 people together. And try to figure out what order they go in.
I am thrilled to be a part of this. Perception and symbolism are things that I’ve always been fascinated with, and this work toys with those things on so many levels that it’s irresistible.