The Girl with the Bad Allergies, 2026
Closed Stacks, 2025
We Spent Our Lives Together, Accidentally, 2025
She Carried You, 2025
My Mother’s Bread, 2024
Excuse Us, 2024
Handle, 2024
To Have and To Hold, 2024
Right Through Me (Safi), 2024
Sift, Sift, Sift, Strain, 2024
Price Tags, 2024
And They Will Write Their Names on Their Bodies, 2024
What Are You Willing To Let Go Of?, 2023
Made By, 2023
All Because of You, Us, 2023
Hand Chair, 2023
Vanity, 2023
In All Her Glory, 2022
MOLT, 2022
Remnant, 2022
Drip, 2021
CV
Statement/Contact
It is easy to be passive from where you are standing and if I am being generous I could call it self-preservation. I am interested in lines that make up privilege. In the decisions we make and how they serve us. If they serve us. In the spaces you choose to occupy, and the ones that were assigned to you. In an internal monologue if and when it exists. If it exists at all. Where you made your bed as you lay in it. I am interested in the conversations that we never had, and the ones we neglected to finish. In our collective normalization.
because it was your hand as it was my hand.
and it was your voice as it was my voice.
and it was your body as it was my body that occupied, gravitated, and lived.
And I’ll create and work in symbols as an attempt to tease out transmissions of accountability pleading with you to simply slow down and notice. For I refuse to exist for the sake of existence. To let my time be dictated by my desires and indulgences. For the world was not made to fit into my back pocket. And this is not a proclamation of selflessness or righteousness, I am no wiser, nor greater, nor kinder. But a call to listen to the voices layered within the wind. To witness them flatten into the background- for our skies of blue are covered in wallpaper.
As you have taken the time to stand before this work my only hope is to remind you of moments and tendencies in a fabricated normal. This is my attempt to unravel some and remind you of systems that you have been planted in and participated towards. Because we ran so far from our beginning and all the work ever did was stand on the grounds of noticing- where you are, what you have done, and why?