While looking for a place where I could write about Jessica’s work, the one that would have a European feel to bring me home (something that is more than 100 years old, with wooden walls, brass fixtures, and high ceilings) walking up the hill, and then down the hill, and then up the hill, then down again, on a first evening in which the sun hiding behind Olympics sets in months, I think how blessed I am to be far, far away from wars.

We compose ourselves 

Adjacent to intimacy.

Shudder white against

Authentic skin undone.

Humor covers honesty

In shades of

Tension chaotic bliss 

Found pleasure between 

Our own thighs.

“I’m really into disruption.”

I knew the moment Jessica Jobaris said these words to me in a big-windowed café in Fremont on a bright winter day, I could trust her. And that once this critical relationship was established trust between the artist and the observer/participant (and in this case, interviewer) I could look openly into her experiences and therefore also into my own. I could learn from and be moved by her.

“I’m really into disruption.”

I knew the moment Jessica Jobaris said these words to me in a big-windowed café in Fremont on a bright winter day, I could trust her. And that once this critical relationship was established ꟷ trust between the artist and the observer/participant (and in this case, interviewer) ꟷ I could look openly into her experiences and therefore also into my own. I could learn from and be moved by her.