Let's pretend
On that Friday afternoon, we revisited those shy little girls that met for the first time, tangled hair from climbing trees and crayon smeared hands that reached out to hold, toothless grins whispering ‘Let’s pretend...’
When you appeared in my dreams, I thought I saw you in the field.
An ode to past relationships and the ghostly apparitions of memories that are ever present as time goes on.
I have a parasocial relationship with a man from the 16th century
You talk to me as if I exist. I am not real. I am not Cosimo. I am oil paint on a panel.
“Martin Gregory”, “Anthropoid” and more
I am obsessed with the extremes: the extreme of glamour, erotica, and beauty.
'Mollah' and 'It's Myself that I Crave'
Self portraitures express our creative and romantic partnership and journey and the way it mingles with our identities as queer and POC couple.
SCA undressed
Forget the whole schtick about the wagging art student drinking turpentine, University is making art purely academic.