Fuck Shui interior rearrangement of my facial recognition No Body. Pull back the curtain, the nobody is the wall. A melodic face puppet of my soul, in flux, is revealed. I have often believed ghosts live inside of walls and am fascinated with an obsessive rearrangement of a room, with no objective. In my former 2000s collective The Fantastic Nobodies, we mixed art and life 24/7, often with hilarious results. One thing (of many different things we would do) was to go to a random person’s house party and start rearranging their furniture and art on their walls, when confronted we’d say WE ARE WORKING RN, THIS IS OUR ART!!! This became Fuck Shui, mapping the spirit that haunts our interiors.
