Kitty F Davies is an artist, dirt-worker, and professor based in the USA. Read more >
Work
Desertification After Bouguereau
Series, drawings
When I’m This Close
Painting
THE BODY IS ON
Sculpture, installation
Death Ensues
Sculpture, installation
Executrix
Drawing, installation
objet petit aaaaaaaaa
Sculpture, installation
Maximum Black
Series, collage
Portal Drawings
Series, drawings/performance
Telling the Future Through a Portal
Performance
same4same
Sculpture, collaboration
accumulation: homologue
Performance
Not Because I Need You to Know
Coming soon | Series, drawings
accumulation: focet [sic]
Performance, sound
Spot the Difference
Sculpture
FilthyDirty
Coming soon | Series, paintings
lovefight
Coming soon | Series, drawings
fridge drawings
Coming soon | Series, drawings
Exhibitions
Desertification After Bouguereau
2026, McLean County Arts Center
Telling the Future Through a Portal
2025, University Galleries
THE BODY IS ON
2025, University Galleries
a cut ting / inci sion
2023, Julian Gallery
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Telling the Future Through a Portal
2025
Installed at University Galleries, Normal, IL, USA.
About
Telling the Future Through a Portal
2024. Three channel video with sound. Channel 1: 10 minutes, 26 seconds. Channel 2: 12 minutes, 28 seconds. Channel 3: 11 minutes, 34 seconds.
2024. Spit and powdered graphite on Bristol.
2024. Vinyl print.
2024. Vinyl print.
Telling The Future Through A Portal is both the performance and the resulting video. The Portal Drawings are indices of one of the iterations of the performance. The two collage prints appropriate photos of natural disasters, genocide, and human impacts on the earth. I look to connect pervert as political identity, distance and control in relationships, and the self as a history of impacts. What does futurity, especially queer futurity, look like or mean in these climates (in both a literal, warming sense and an increasingly fascistic, political one)? How does the past look like the present? Where will the present lead?
Deleuze and Guattari contrast the rhizome to a tree, which is hierarchical, has a root, an origin. I find it increasingly impossible to see any given facet of my research in isolation, to see any of my work as hierarchical. There may be modes I feel I speak best to and in, but everything touches.




