Allyce Wood


Teal Beasties

Forget me knot

Pink Shifts

Pink Braid

A punchard, metal teeth, a bit of choreography learned from a book, borrowed from a tiny woman who bought it in the 70's. I collect technologies, rule machines, that convert code into softness. The blue bubbles that appear on my phone interlace with a binary, a set of rules, a system to follow and then corrupt. In each machine there is room for history, for change, and for a new soft thing to come about.