We Will Sing the Body Eclectic

The title answers Walt Whitman. In "I Sing the Body Electric," Whitman gave himself permission to revere the bodies that drew him; to treat physical desire and the human form as sacred rather than shameful. This piece shifts a single letter, electric to eclectic, and with it the whole proposition: that in the future we will honor every gender form a person chooses or is born into, without ranking one above another.

Imagine the work as a room in heaven. A soul arrives and is offered any gender identity that fits, handed forward by the many arms of the Bodhisattva of Compassion, the figure in Buddhist tradition who reaches out in every direction to relieve suffering. Nothing here is fixed. What is offered can be exchanged at any time, as often as the soul needs, because the point is not to arrive at one correct form but to be free to keep choosing.

Rendered in cast glass, mirror, and light, the piece multiplies its own imagery toward infinity, a space where identity is not assigned but given, and given again, as many times as it takes to feel like hom