What would happen if we embraced the queerness and difference outside of and within us? Would we breathe easier if we were less fearful, able to let go of our necrotic grip on sameness and conformity?
The prisons we construct for ourselves from rules around identity, culture, religion, borders - the moral and physical boundaries we create have little to do with reality. Our categories try to seal in a sprawling, uncontrollable chaos. Our bodies grow and change, spilling beyond the neat images and diagrams around us in magazines and doctors offices.

My work could be about the casualties that result from the policing of these borders. The shame and fear produced by a manufactured ‘normal’. The violence caused by the lines drawn between ‘us’ and ‘them’ with militaristic precision. But it is actually about the freedom that results when we overcome these limitations of who we can be as individuals and society.

I draw on the beautiful blend of order and chaos within our bodies and minds to reflect the outside; on the recursive patterns repeating everywhere. I use this making to help find comfort in the chaos, treading the precarious balance between losing myself in the world and embracing my tenuity.