Sculpture
i love you (a provisional body, a provisional home)
(Traversing the obscene, residing in the cracks of negation and absence that is death, there shimmers forth what may be called life... not procreation, not reproduction, but a life as death that infects and animates bodies... leaking in, spilling... More
Sculpture
Next of Kin (Will and Testament)
(I come from places of intimate encounters that are hidden... I am the next-of-kin that always reside in places and bodies often overlooked, whispering intimacies that fade into the background but become conditions for being) Collecting and... More
Performance
Riverbed
Partially buried within a riverbed and breathing with the assistance of an oxygen tank, I feel my way through bodies of water (including my own) as we gestate together.
Performance
Soft Bodies
My partner and I put a drop of each other's blood into one another's eyes, holding it in our eyes for as long as possible before inevitably crying it out.
Sculpture
'Till Death Do Us Part
(Gently rub a dollop of cream into your skin... feel it permeate your body as it feeds other bodies that may not be yours in the singular, but perhaps in the plural) Using queer bodily excretions and distillations of site-specific decayed and... More
Installation
Touching your flesh, I know I've become infected (I)
Urine collected from my body and donated by a variety of fellow queer individuals is infused into agar substrates upon which bacterial and fungal specimens are cultivated. An image of the distillation set-up is included below the artwork... More
Installation
Touching your flesh, I know I've become infected (II)
Urine collected from my body and donated by a variety of fellow queer individuals is infused into agar substrates upon which bacterial and fungal specimens are cultivated. An image of the distillation set-up is included below the artwork... More
Work by
Patrick Stochmal
Sculpture/Installation
“Coming from places of intimate encounters that are hidden (laying beneath dirt and logs, caressing the underbellies of upturned leaves, gleaming forth from detritus that does not belong) our queer...” [More]