Artist Statement:

After my second near death expereince due to my chronic illness, I created a series of paintings that reflect the expereince of medical gaslighting and trauma I expereienced. This is not new to disabled or chronically ill people, and the series addresses lonlieness, isolation, mortality, and the treatment of disabled folks in the medical community and at large. 

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. 

Artist Statement:

Conglomerates of needles + whips, ventilators + sex toys, blur the lines of where disability care ends and sex begins. Pieces of surreal body parts, unidentifiable skin fragments, appendages, and sensual images blend together the fluidity of sexuality, the changing, moving body and fluidity of gender. Bedroom colors and BDSM aesthetics reclaim this queer, trans, and disabled body’s sexual agency, autonomy and births pleasure from pain, whether masochism or finding joy and taking up space despite the social structures that does not want it to exist.