ALL MY ART

these paintings were made from 2021-22. they're mainly mixed media; acrylic, paint pens, pencils, nail polish, tape, cardboard, candle wax.

at the time i made these paintings i had just transferred to UAL and was excited to make a new life for myself in london. I had lived in greater london for most of my life but living in south, so close to the center of the city, was new to me. amidst navigating the seemingly larger world i found myself in, i was dealing with the trauma and heartache i experienced from the last year.

i did not know who i was, i was utterfly lost and confused, desperate to hold onto anything tangible. i couldnt see how bad things were or how bad they were about to get. i wanted to be seen so badly by the people around me, to finally be recognised after not being seen for so long. this was a ronmantication of my life. the only way i was able to portray how to wanted to be percieved. most of my art from this time echos these sentiments. i was screaming, practically begging, to be understood.

during the time these paintings were concieved my overall feelings can be summed up by some sort of rush. a feeling of fleeting ecstacy. blotchy and shallow.

this series of posters was made as part of an interactive installation shown at the Mverick Project's Safehouse 2 in peckham.

the posters are around A0 size and are inspired by sex advertisements seen around the city as well as online on porn websites. kind of ironic n meme-ish i was mocking my own hypersexuality whilest also mocking the vouyeristic other party (usually men) as a form of sick n strange power play.

im giving u them you they while mocking them knowing i will never be free from the prison of male sexulaity n desire.

these images were presented in the bathroom of the safehouse, a delapidated old building, and was intended to be experienced with the door closed. the scene was made to mimick that of a sleazy club bathroom which was aided by muffled party tunes from the 2010s playing on a speaker in the room. boderline liminal, the space was intended to make you feel transported to a time where many of us have been before. the bathroom where u cried about our ex, where u did drugs, threw up, made out, had sex, talked shit, reapplied makeup, or just pissed lol.

when viewers came to the space during the opening night they were encouraged to write on the walls that i had plastered with fake mirrors as an homage to the ritual of graffiting club bathroom stalls.

when i made these i was going through bouts of hypersexuality and deranged thoughts. i was going insane n i was so emotionally volatile. but i loved clubbing n craved honesty n realness in a time where everything n everyone seemed so fake. so i guess this is the product of that