COllections
POrtals of my flesh
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Collage, 2025
This work began with a question I have carried for years: can spiritual and bodily rituals serve as feminist practices of reclamation and healing? Since surviving an assault in early 2020, I have lived with a fractured relationship to my own body. Memory and history are not abstract concepts - they live in my body as something dark and residual. The framework of sex magic - a spiritual practice centered on connecting with one’s body through ritual and intention - became a way to explore what it might mean to reclaim my body as a site of power rather than trauma.
The collage functions as a visual altar, assembled from affirmations, leftover spell materials, and images gathered during research into sex magic and tantric spirituality. Each material acts as both symbol and ritual object. The process of cutting, layering, and arranging became an embodied meditation - a physical negotiation between pain and renewal.
I’d like to mention // As my research deepened, I became aware of the complicated politics surrounding these spiritual traditions. Much of the literature on sex magic has been written by white, Western authors who borrow heavily from South Asian and tantric sources, often without full acknowledgment. This awareness transformed my work into a dual inquiry - examining not only personal healing but also the structures of appropriation and privilege that underlie many Western feminist spiritual practices.
The piece exists in tension: a ritual of reclamation and a reflection on power. It acknowledges that the body is not a neutral space - it is inscribed by history, gender, race, and trauma. By approaching art-making as ritual, I sought to locate my experience within a larger continuum of bodies marked and remade through history.
This marks a beginning for me. It opened a portal back to my body, my creativity, and my capacity for transformation - acknowledging that healing is not linear but an ongoing conversation between the self and the collective.
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Sculpture, 2025
She has been here before, scarred and stitched into silence. Undeterred, she opens herself again. An incision becomes both wound and portal. Ribbon and needle mark what must be bound: spiritual desire, bodily intuition, divination, autonomy. Through resilience, blood, and illumination, the incision is alchemized—birthing a delicate feminine rage and transformation.
THE DIGITAL DISSECTION OF A WOMAN
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Mixed Media Video Installation, 2025
Women are often reduced to fragmented, consumable pieces in the cyber realm. In an age where visibility often means being dissected and scrutinized with a single click, women become spectral presences, stripped of autonomy and trapped in a digital web where their very existence is torn apart and remade by others.
THE DIGITAL DISSECTION OF A WOMAN is an exploration of this phenomenon, manifesting as an interactive experience where the viewer becomes complicit in the unraveling of a woman’s identity.
THE REASSEMBLY OF A WOMAN.exe
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Mixed Media Video Installation, 2025
This installment explores the attempt to reassemble the Woman for the viewer’s pleasure, at her expense. She resists because she was never meant to be destroyed. Situated in the tension between aesthetics and autonomy, the piece reimagines femme-coded interfaces not as playful spaces, but as sites of quiet resistance- where violence is subtle, intimate, and often imperceptible.
THE REASSEMBLY OF A WOMAN.exe isn’t about reconstructing her; it’s about witnessing her reclaim control.
MEN WILL SEE A MOUSE AND EAT IT
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Life's harsh truths have indelibly etched their mark upon me. Vulnerability makes one susceptible to exploitation. I enter existence in the form of a mouse, filled with trepidation at the prospect of being devoured and torn asunder. Hopelessness gradually depletes me, ultimately giving way to a sense of disarray. I have experienced a sensation of being consumed and discarded by the relentless nature of the world.
PURITY
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I stand bare, wearing an old devil Halloween mask - a juxtaposition of innocence and vulnerability. Girls are just a body, with muffled screams for help behind the mask and ignored by the world’s perversion of femininity. Dismissed due to distorted perceptions of what it means to be pure, and once deemed impure, the world leaves us to grapple with the unjust label of being seen as morally corrupt.
Shot by Wolfgang Lehmkuh
A drive through the midwest
The Only Measure of Excellence is Execution
The Intersection of
Sexuality, God,
& Regional Identity
