ARTIST AND POET WORKING ACROSS INSTALLATION, TEXT, AND NEW MEDIA

ALLISON BIGGS

On (2024-2026)

WRITING & INSTALLATION

Three-part immersive installation exploring Archetypes, Memory, and Perception through projected text and ambient sound.

Outline of installation space, technical setup, and viewer experience.
Spread from the original zine concept, featuring the text, “Nothing you experience is uniquely your own.”
Still from one wall of the triptych-style animation experience, featuring the text, “Nothing you experience is uniquely your own.”
Reference image from Jenny Holzer’s exhibition ‘the whole truth’ hosted at bergamo’s palazzo della ragione. © designboom

Poetry Collection (2025-2026)

Poems examining contemporary selfhood, surveillance, and the performance of identity.

I have entered into a love affair with myself.

Her desire infects me.

Her denial disrupts.

She calls and I answer,

she sighs and I rejoice.

When she is silent,

I yearn to know her.

I yearn too

to be known by her.

In her passion

I am taken by

her wants and needs,

her greed and

her insolence

at finding

lacking in her days.

She is sultry.

She is exacting.

My self is lost to all,

but especially to her.

Softly at times,

I hear her whisper

and I wonder if

for me, too,

she yearns.

I fear I may rupture soon.

When a spleen ruptures, does it know it is coming?

Is there buildup, plot, suspense, climax?

Is there resolution?

Does a spleen exist in order to rupture

or does it rupture as a rebellion to its existence?

Does a spleen know it may not rupture,

that it may exist in impassivity to the elements

which demand its eventual distress?

Does a spleen hurt when it ruptures?

Does it wail and double over in pain and loss?

Does a spleen, deep down, wish to rupture?

Does it desire to upend and explode its circumstance

so that it may be repaired, or remade, or removed?

Do I, too?

She moves without tenderness.

Quickly and categorically

she inspects her surroundings

and pays no heed to

her own body.

Her gaze is direct and unyielding,

and she is incapable

of softening it in the name

of hunger or desire.

Only redirection

can alter her intent.

She does not speak

but for demands.

Though in her dreams,

at times, she croons

an indeterminable song

to the unlistening world.

She is soft to the touch,

though she has sharp edges,

and to touch her

is to love her,

though earning her love

is temperamental.

CONTACT

BIGGSALLI25@GMAIL.COM