When two hands touch, there is a sensuality of the flesh, an exchange of warmth, a
feeling of pressure, of presence, a proximity of otherness that brings the other nearly as close as oneself.1 Perhaps closer. And if the two hands belong to one person, might this not enliven an uncanny sense of the otherness of the self, a literal holding oneself at a distance in the sensation of contact, the greeting of the stranger within? So much happens in a touch: an infinity of others—other beings, other spaces, other times—are aroused. On Touching—The Inhuman That Therefore I Am (v1.1) karen barad
that brings the other nearly as close as oneself is a body of work that started during my time at the “In Kind” Negotations at the Banff Centre 2014 and ended with the culmination of my mentorship supported by the British Columbia Arts Council Proffesional development mentorship grant with Vancouver based artist Laiwan. The body of work was shown at the Western Front in 2015 as part of the exhibition Every Little Bit Hurts curated by Pablo de Ocampo.