These portrait series started as a way to survive the loneliness of a new country by letting myself fumble and deplete. I captured the post math moods of emotional contingencies by regulating rhythms that smooth the edges, soften the contours and reveal my blind spots.
This returning to my endings is a reminder that I have agency in my initiation: that these growing pains and upgrades in the vacuum-like house of mirrors during the 4pm night lights can be cathartic. Each time a rock bottom comes clawing at me, I turn it into art. I own nothing but my perception, and the existential kink I am practicing is to get a thrill out of the navel gazing lens I move from, so I can turn moments into movements. I want to know myself so well that no one can ever weaponise me against me. Purging portraiture is where I self indulge, as a way of casting spells for all those who want to speak the language of invisible things with me. I have experimented with one other person and would like to continue to explore this self exposure. I am deeply invested in how I build landing strips to receive all of me. May we all be able to witness what is expressing and hand it over to who we are becoming.