art always starts from a deeply personal place, embedding my own
sexuality, lust, self-worth, and anxiety into these objects/creatures
I create. I want to evoke emotions by hacking into a personal ick
factor and probing the parts of myself that have the potential to be
the most embarrassing. This desire to become more uninhibited drives
me to create and helps me understand the hang-ups that I have. This
makes me more honest with myself and with my work, providing a layer
of substance to these ambiguous things I make.
and erotic humour, strange and queer, is always prevalent. BUT I also
want a pathos for these things to be there. I am greatly interested
in creating work that falls in this space between the uncomfortable
(perverse, abject, revolting) and the infatuating (seductive,
delicious, decadent). I feel this is both an awkward and deeply
engaging space that enhances all the odd, funny, sexy, sad, uncanny,
and whimsical moments that happen in my work.
use these moments to critically engage the different aspects of
societal angst that I find most interesting;
the continuing displacement of our perception of reality,
sexual inhibition (especially in relation to homosexuality, fetish
and kink culture), youthful apathy, normalcy, absurdity, the stigmas
of mental illness, and queer identity to name a few. These are all
things that personally affect my life and it's important that my
artwork reflects these issues.
of foam, drip drops of colours, secretion of fluids, a shelter of
textures to escape to. Transparent,
translucent, transcendent. Glitter Glimmers. Fur Fuzzes. Hairs
Shimmer. Light Buzzes. The
smells of food, of decadence, of waste. Trash litters the ground and
seeps into these amalgamations. Bits and pieces of bits of pieces
assemble. Tumble. Scramble. Embody.
form in dialogue, in constant communication of something unknown. The
undertones of which point to something specific. A constant state of
FLUX. These creatures of their own accord, in their own language,
misunderstood perhaps. Between two spaces. Between two ideas. A place
in between ours and the other.
of reality. Context. Clues. Piecing together forms. Organic shapes.
Curved, cut, splayed, askew, ballooned, buttoned, poked, popped,
shut, rounded, edged, whatnot. Figural, literally about figures. Or,
seemingly so. It's hard to tell sometimes. I see bodies, limbs
caressing the space. Consoling each other. Playing. Laughing.
Fighting. Fucking. Embracing. A real creature feature.
Objects of their own
perverse use. Queer. What to do with them: they have their purpose.
Sex items, some of them. I assume. They behave oddly. Explicit in
form and content, they repulse and attract. Familiar yet off. Get
off, get on, get in, get out. Out. Very out. Shaped by their
reverence for the uninhibited. Abject objects... hilariously so.