redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

something akin to the lovechild between a street address plaque and hippie gnome wind chimes

redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

somehow my chubby fingers were able to screw in all those tiny eye hooks by hand

redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

all the jinglies

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

a visual exploration into the stories behind each section of catholic prayer beads

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

there are 4 books total with 5 images in each. a single word graces the cover of each book (joyful, sorrowful, glorious, luminous)

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

one of my main focuses was the theme of accessibility. in the early church, most people couldn’t read or understand latin, so the stories of the gospels were communicated through pictures

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

i used simple materials for people who experience the world through tactile senses and lack material possessions. i used only black ink for high contrast images for people with various seeing abilities. i wanted to include braille initially and may still include it yet

i met god, she's black
i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

approximately 2 feet at it’s longest point and weighing 35 pounds, this simplified hand holds 9 eagles in its palm

i met god, she's black
i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

“and [s]he will raise you up on eagle’s wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun and hold you in the palm of [her] hand” -mike joncas, on eagle’s wings, with a couple changes by yours truly

i met god, she's black
i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

what is it with me and subverting the status quo? god most definitely isn’t a white man, and even though god isn’t a wheelchair-using, black, trans woman on welfare, that may be the closest us humans can get to describing the creator

spooky shit
spooky shit

ink on pumpkin

bumpy surfaces are hard to draw on

spooky shit
spooky shit

black and silver ink on recycled barnes & noble bag

promoting community-building and trust by offering candy to passersby

channeling my inner spider
channeling my inner spider

stick, yarn, twine, rope, bead, stone, wire, grass

a consideration of the definitions of ‘enough’ and ‘abundance’

tracking
tracking

map, various papers, glue

how do we document ourselves and other humans? why do we document? how do we exist and move on this planet? how does our documentation or lack thereof affect that existence and movement?

spooky shit
spooky shit

white conté on black paper

from the mundane to the magickal. this was an ordinary bedsheet tacked to the wall and suddenly it turned into a ghost! bam. magick

the in between
the in between

canvas, tissue paper, glue, paint

there is no line. shit’s always messier than you want it to be

tracking
tracking

various papers, elmer’s glue

how do we see each other? why do we put on masks and paint our faces for each other? how does that impact how we see each other? why are eyes so weirdly important in identification?

tracking
tracking

digital collage using various sources

the government is creepy af

anorexia sucks and femininity is rad
anorexia sucks and femininity is rad

magazines, skinny jeans, digital text

the text in the background reads “it was as addicting as doing cocaine or falling in love, my fingers feeling the rises and falls of newly protruding hipbones left me feeling inexplicably high, with a constant desire for more, more, more…” the mountains were cut from nature magazines, and the bee was cut from a women’s beauty magazine

tracking
tracking

various papers, thread, ink, charcoal, glue

words are weird and define like 98% of our existence. the markings i highlighted with embroidery are “simple lines,” “real,” “[…],” and “he openly sought to explain the role.”

rainbow week chalking
rainbow week chalking

chalk, sidewalk

i broke a nail while finalizing the word “week.” it bled a little bit and then healed

drag show chalking
drag show chalking

chalk, sidewalk

large, hand-drawn typography is an art unto itself

phoenix
phoenix

various charcoals, paper, anger

my favorite works tend to be the most spontaneous and last-minute ones. there was a lot of anger i didn’t know i had surrounding a childhood experience, so i took it out on the paper and this was the result

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

oftentimes being consumed by the darkness is comforting

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

it’s the process of rising up / gasping for air / removing the sludge that causes pain and discomfort (which is similar to birth in many ways, i’m realizing as i’m typing this)

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

though linear, this process has no end point

redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
meditations on religion as a form of storytelling
i met god, she's black
i met god, she's black
i met god, she's black
spooky shit
spooky shit
channeling my inner spider
tracking
spooky shit
the in between
tracking
tracking
anorexia sucks and femininity is rad
tracking
rainbow week chalking
drag show chalking
phoenix
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability
redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

something akin to the lovechild between a street address plaque and hippie gnome wind chimes

redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

somehow my chubby fingers were able to screw in all those tiny eye hooks by hand

redefining home as 'where the wind blows'

reclaimed wood and metal

all the jinglies

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

a visual exploration into the stories behind each section of catholic prayer beads

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

there are 4 books total with 5 images in each. a single word graces the cover of each book (joyful, sorrowful, glorious, luminous)

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

one of my main focuses was the theme of accessibility. in the early church, most people couldn’t read or understand latin, so the stories of the gospels were communicated through pictures

meditations on religion as a form of storytelling

paper, thread, ink

i used simple materials for people who experience the world through tactile senses and lack material possessions. i used only black ink for high contrast images for people with various seeing abilities. i wanted to include braille initially and may still include it yet

i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

approximately 2 feet at it’s longest point and weighing 35 pounds, this simplified hand holds 9 eagles in its palm

i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

“and [s]he will raise you up on eagle’s wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you to shine like the sun and hold you in the palm of [her] hand” -mike joncas, on eagle’s wings, with a couple changes by yours truly

i met god, she's black

chicken wire, newspaper, plaster, paint

what is it with me and subverting the status quo? god most definitely isn’t a white man, and even though god isn’t a wheelchair-using, black, trans woman on welfare, that may be the closest us humans can get to describing the creator

spooky shit

ink on pumpkin

bumpy surfaces are hard to draw on

spooky shit

black and silver ink on recycled barnes & noble bag

promoting community-building and trust by offering candy to passersby

channeling my inner spider

stick, yarn, twine, rope, bead, stone, wire, grass

a consideration of the definitions of ‘enough’ and ‘abundance’

tracking

map, various papers, glue

how do we document ourselves and other humans? why do we document? how do we exist and move on this planet? how does our documentation or lack thereof affect that existence and movement?

spooky shit

white conté on black paper

from the mundane to the magickal. this was an ordinary bedsheet tacked to the wall and suddenly it turned into a ghost! bam. magick

the in between

canvas, tissue paper, glue, paint

there is no line. shit’s always messier than you want it to be

tracking

various papers, elmer’s glue

how do we see each other? why do we put on masks and paint our faces for each other? how does that impact how we see each other? why are eyes so weirdly important in identification?

tracking

digital collage using various sources

the government is creepy af

anorexia sucks and femininity is rad

magazines, skinny jeans, digital text

the text in the background reads “it was as addicting as doing cocaine or falling in love, my fingers feeling the rises and falls of newly protruding hipbones left me feeling inexplicably high, with a constant desire for more, more, more…” the mountains were cut from nature magazines, and the bee was cut from a women’s beauty magazine

tracking

various papers, thread, ink, charcoal, glue

words are weird and define like 98% of our existence. the markings i highlighted with embroidery are “simple lines,” “real,” “[…],” and “he openly sought to explain the role.”

rainbow week chalking

chalk, sidewalk

i broke a nail while finalizing the word “week.” it bled a little bit and then healed

drag show chalking

chalk, sidewalk

large, hand-drawn typography is an art unto itself

phoenix

various charcoals, paper, anger

my favorite works tend to be the most spontaneous and last-minute ones. there was a lot of anger i didn’t know i had surrounding a childhood experience, so i took it out on the paper and this was the result

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

oftentimes being consumed by the darkness is comforting

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

it’s the process of rising up / gasping for air / removing the sludge that causes pain and discomfort (which is similar to birth in many ways, i’m realizing as i’m typing this)

exploration of pain & discomfort as side effects of mental disability

pine, spray paint, thread, clear nail polish

though linear, this process has no end point

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