My work is a festering wound, celebrating its grotesqueness.
My conception was deemed to be a moral error. I was rejected by my patrilineal family, and told it was a shame that I was born. This began my experience with abjection. As I scoured the depths of my otherness, I birthed something wretched yet infallible. The spectres of my unrequited desire spawned fleshy fragments and estranged consciousnesses traversing the void of reckoning. My work is a series of obsessions, compulsions, and cathartic transgressions, captured on film in visceral and confrontational strokes.