Future Fossils (2023)
Plaster, Resin, PigmentImages via PILOTENKUECHE, Alte Handelsschule, Leipzig
This series of memetic & fabricated historical documents explore the earth and the body as a database amid an impending apocalypse. The pieces are an attempt to remember small moments and memorialize the trans body, which has historically been left out of archive.
Hormones, Post-Injection
The series asks the question: If we only have 7 years until apocalypse, until life as we know it shifts fundamentally, how will we spend our time? The resulting forms are love letters to and from the anthropocene. One of these moments (Hormones, Post-Injection) I have memorialized is my dependence on synthetic hormones, a commodity only afforded to me by being born into the Anthropocene.
Flask, Bifurcated
What would our fossils look like if we were all frozen in place today? How are we creating our own fossils daily? These sculptures utilize the conventions of still life painting, the vignettification of a complex life, a complex body, a complex queer experience. The idea of sculptural still life, or its impossibility, is something I’m still thinking about. Disposable objects, a set of press on nails, a hormone shot may be remembered in the distant future as vividly as major historical events. In making Flask, Bifurcated I was contemplating things that affect our perception and memory.
Materially, I think that fossils in the future will be made of microplastics which have congealed into macroplastics through the heating of the earth. I used a petroleum based product to produce the forms in this series to imitate this hypothesis.
Post Rave
Raving is a site of futurity for many trans and queer people. Raving as a practice exists outside of the conventions of daily, cis dominated life and allows us to connect with our own bodies through dance, sexuality, and altered states. Post Rave is a utopic sculpture that imagines the bomb has dropped right after taking off your rave gear, your nails, chains, and false lashes.
This is how I want to be remembered, this buzzing nakedness in the dark, coming down or coming up, a body warmed by space shared, by skin brushed, by life as we invision it for ourselves.