IT WAS SIX, seven o'clock of an early spring evening in 1968 and I was sitting on the cold vinyl floor of a sound studio on Sunset Boulevard, watching a band called The Doors record a rhythm track. On the whole my attention was only minimally engaged by the preoccupations of rock-and-roll bands (I had already heard about acid as a transitional stage and also about the Maharishi and even about Universal Love and after a while it all sounded like marmalade skies to me), but The Doors were different, The Doors interested me. The Doors seemed unconvinced that love was brotherhood and the Kama Sutra. The Doors' music insisted that love was sex and sex was death and therein lay salvation.

-Joan Didion, The White Album

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My partner and I sleep in this bed. It was created to research crude desire. Excerpts from the Kāmasūtra, embroidered, illustrate relationships and introduce possible unions. 

2019 - ongoing

Steel, linen bedsheets, taxidermy deer and hares (on lend from the University of Arkansas Museum), hand-embroidered pillows.