(us) - an entity that grows up with so little to look forward to, in terms of knowing what we might look like or embody.

(us) - who recreate carbon copies of empty promises of consumerism until we find ways to be liberated of this.

(us) - who realise that within time, our aesthetics become part of the mood boards of various trend forecasters - but only on the surface.

We remain relevant as consumers.

At worst, we are thought of as a trend.

I seek to leave behind the constraints of all there was projected onto (us).

I see beauty as radical notion of rejecting the violence that comes from cis male reflections on our desirability.

Our worth, our fuckability, our safety depending on how little gender ambiguous space we take up.

Beauty as a fem_me weapon to reclaim a world that was never ours to begin with despite being the most glum place without us in it.
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Beauty as anger, as anxiety-filled walks down streets, as a feeble consolation, as a powerful survival kit.

Excavations of identities, burrowing into the metaphorical flesh of the subject, into the layers of reading, readability.

Illustrations on paper as photographs in a magazine; no questions asked as to the subjectivity, the self.

My artistic practice has always been about showing the possibilities of what-if’s.

To many, the notion of there being more than two default options of being is nothing more than fiction.

I have spent years making sure I illustrate this assumed fiction as the reality it is - has always been.

What's most thrilling to me about painting is that it keeps me curious.

I don't want to understand what’s happening on the canvas, I want to discover what will be taking place.

Painting is weaving possibilities.

The same way transgender people birth themselves from the ashes of their previous lives, paintings can be constructed from things that lay below.

A failed painting becoming a masterpiece and so forth.

The less one comprehends in one second about the bigger picture, the more one disappears into the process.

Genteel young ladies.

They are anything they might become, given another circumstance.

Eccentric is the kindest word we’d use upon encountering such a spectacle these days.

A speculative future of non-binary empowerment to defy imposed norms.

Shamelessly embrace utter flamboyance and glamour.‍