The work is this. A reminder of pain that has been done to the bonds of not just myself but all who are connected to this earth.
Yet playful in form, experimental in material, unafraid to take chances, observing and taking from the world it happens through watching… watching you, watching myself, watching the man and his gaze, watching them stare at the black kids playing, watching the reactions between bodies — depending on skin and watching identifications based on if they have a dick or clit.
Then I become aware of who is speaking — about these topics that I see, who is controlling the media, who’s stories we listen and give credibility. Who’s identities align best with the comfort of our minds…
I feel it shifting.
channeling frequencies for collective healing.