People seldom listen for falling trees.
But when those trees fall they create opportunities to foster new life.
They die and are reborn once again from their own decay.
I function in a very similar way.
My work demands time to be processed,
I have to let it fester, ferment in my mind.
I have to give it time to grow and decay.
Driven by anxiety and bad puns, I create many manifestations of self portraits through found objects, images and soft sculpture.
Exploring these media through a no wave feminist lens, I work with my experience as a afro-mestizx first generation american. Through a process of scavenging and collecting materials I work to create interactive pieces about identity, spirituality and gender. These often take the form of some kind of sculptural or photographic collage in a campy color schemes and kitschy trashiness.