My “work” (and I use that word sparingly) focuses mostly on things that are sort of hard to talk about. This is not to say that I’m dedicated to discussing what society tries to keep under wraps; I feel as though there are enough writers in the world who are far better than me who incorporate their work around “unmentionables.” I don’t feel as though rehashing played out things is helpful, which could also be another theme that my work tries to face: trying to find an alternate interpretation to potentially taboo topics. By doing so, I believe that I am trying to search for an explanation to these issues, or at least some kind of closure.

Translating these ideas to visual art is typically pretty natural for me. I feel like my art sort of exudes a sense of crippling insecurity, which is fine. I’m not sure I would like it if it wasn’t painfully self-aware. Perhaps an inability to take myself seriously is the main thing that guides me in creation. In the future, I can only hope that I will continue to be able to bullshit my way through most things. That’s half a joke. The other half is mostly true.

1. “Mountain Din” AKA Bridge #1: Download

          “I rise out of the beanbag and sail back to dollhouse. I push Lexi Cederholm out of the way, squat in my dress, and pee on the dollhouse.”

2. “Untitled” AKA One Memory Assignment: Download

“I asked him what it was. He told me that it was a Japanese sword called a Katana. I asked him why he had a Japanese sword called a Katana. He ignored my question and stated simply that he not only had one Japanese sword called a Katana, he had four. “

3. “Palm Reader” AKA I Remember Assignment: Download

“I remember them drowning cats in buckets of water.”

4. “Number 4” AKA Word Prompts (Beauty/Mercy/Dream/Public): Download

” She steps forwards, arms crossed. Closed. “Maybe that was out of line,” she starts, slowly closing the gap between us in my kitchen. No, I say. We can’t, I say. I dodge the rising hand she tries to touch the side of my face with.”