Jennifer Weigel

Evidence of My Existence

sewing drawer, collected objects, glass bottles, silicone sealer, key tags, pen, gel medium

Distinctions and boundaries are blurred: public and private; real and virtual; art and life… The separations between those realities are shifting & evolving constantly and becoming less clearly defined as technology advances to fill in the gaps. Where do I fit in all of this? Am I just a number in a system? Or am I a living, breathing person, capable of feeling pain, ecstasy, sorrow, joy…?