‘We’re ghosts of something we were, before time. Something that we are; in how we exist and feel underneath our skin which acts as a barrier, a skin that tells truths of time passed, gone, buried; protecting us from the ultimate, unavoidable truth which we face when we lie together / separate in bed, perpetually alone in our existence together, withdrawing our egos into ourselves until we are wholly swallowed by it all. Naturally.’
Whit his ink papers he seek to understand where ones physical body belongs, leaving it foating in an empty space where we are no one and nowhere. Separating the body from the notion of a place shows the beauty behind being part of the nothing.‘I want the viewer to not look around the piece but take it all in as one image, to see how I see my body as a sanctuary- I am naked, alone , breathing in a white room. I am nothing, peaceful empty nothing, a beautiful and sensual carcass.’
The lone fgures in the images represent an on going critique of female objectifcation in my work. Recreating a connection between the romance of Botticelli or Manet’s paintings and my landscapes I used the false colours to push against what they represent. The setting feels primal, like the Garden of Eden with my body re-presenting the birth of Venus, the essence of femininity, born as a woman in my body.
This self-portrait is a project about my missing part of soul. My dearest friend.I was always hybrid. I was made to be part of triangle. (cont ains two females and one male).I found my male but I’ve lost my female. Through this project I ’m trying to copy with hole in my emotional life which is in fragment s without third part of my perfect triangle, perfect life.
These images are from an on going project entitled ‘Binary’, they are a series of portraits of drag artists at the intersection of their transformation of being their male persona and the female character that they will inhabit briefy for purpose of entertainment. It draws on myexperiences of photographing drag artists in the late 1980’s and what seems to have become in later work an interest in exploring the façade that we project, the mask to protect ourselves from the gaze of others and the shield by which we conceal our inner thoughts.
Hand-printed poem; black text on newsprint. The work either exists as a simple framed print, or as a stack of identical prints, forming a block, resembling a slab, book, or gravestone. The poem itself refers to the destruction of identity, by transphobia, consumption of the tr ans body, and microaggressive acts. It refers to the murder, abuse, and violence - both physical and otherwise - the trans community faces on a day-to-day basis, and was written with those we lost in mind. It was written partially in response to these killings,but also as a response to that which simultaneously dehumanise s and consumes us, whilst questioning the obsession and fetishisation of our bodies.
Analisis is a personal photographic series that intimately captures the loss of a loved one and personal journey to healing. ‘Facing the camera I was facing the grief, and my own issues, anxiety, sadness, and finding myself again because I was totally lost.’ Its been 20 years of these images and maybe now, I’m not that person anymore, or maybe I can see something of me in those im ages.Grievingis a long process and you can get stuck. I still miss him, and sometimes I feel I miss the girl I was before he died and sometimes. I’m happy of the woman that I became. And also aware of how photography helped me and some how saved me.