i found a memory of you grindingbetweenmy teeth

In my project I attempt to unpack and expose my relationship with myself, and all of the implications that come between love and hate through performative self-portraits, polaroids and narrative sequences.

Coated in a viscous essence of color, my images emerge from feeling. I found myself grappling with piles of self doubt and a conflicted psyche. I now find myself almost melancholic over the images. Maybe reality is setting in, maybe I’m coming to terms with something immaterial, something subconscious. Or maybe a week from now I’ll be angry again. Then, I’ll be sad. Then angry.

This is me wrestling with my own complacency, and the complacency of those I’m close to.