Artist Statement:
Boundaries blur and body parts morph into one another. I simply cannot be disconnected from my queerness and my body, my body and how I move across the plane, and yet I aspire to transmute my physical form. I am a gaseous ball of stardust having a human experience without a gender, and yet how gender is navigated remains a big part of my life. How I see myself and how the world sees me sometimes differs-- it all forms into a monstrosity of persepctives, opinions and diagnoses.
Am I real? Some people say that I do not exist. We are told to mask ourselves, and when we life the veil they point their fingers. To them, we are objects to be disregarded, touched, bought, mocked, to sit in a room like a chair, unnnoticed. Objects of sex and objects of asexuality. We reclaim the objectification of our transness, queerness and disabled bodies through sensual play. We reclaim our pain, our hurt, and morph it into pleasure.