hi, welcome to my page!

these are my wonderful parents

and my sister

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I’m an aspiring artist

or more like submerging artist ahahahaha

currently nomadic

wandering about

perpetually feeling uprooted

it’s probably why I make a lot of work regarding community and belonging

I recently discovered a summer camp for transgender youth though

it’s a bittersweet feeling, seeing the kiddos live the childhood you couldn’t even fathom

I’m haunted by the suicides of adolescents though

out there

scared and alone

it’s constantly on my mind

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the recognition of how inherently fragile it all is

it’s the reason why I often electroplate these organic figures in copper

to give them a little armor

this is me as a child

and my mother again, but hyper-muscular this time

also in armor

it’s a form of reparenting

making things for my childhood self

such as baby shoes of my wildest dreams

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I typically want to make myself smaller

but occasionally I make larger sculptures too

a metropolis in which I can envision my creations thriving

made from materials I forage

like a raccoon in the dumpster

I made this from various electronic components

a compass clock that only points to Japan

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a part of me still resides there

a number of years ago I had a bilateral orchiectomy, the removal of both testicles

since then, I began to experience these vivid dreams of seed pods germinating

sending their tentacles down into the cool ground as they yearned upwards, towards the blazing sun

they had been transported down to an ecological landfill in the mountains of Miyoshi, on Shikoku island

after the surgery, there was a period of time where I felt barren

since then though, my studio is teeming with life

miniature patchwork children

made from foraged plants on my walks

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a practice influenced by my time spent in non-directive play therapy sessions

to help make better sense of what aspects of my identity makes me feel grounded

I believe it could do the same for others

currently, I do so through leading workshops where participants are invited to mold themselves out of foraged materials

it’s a light-hearted way by which we can trek the infinite variations of ourselves

of the things we do not witness but embody

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to stretch the edges of our corporeal bodies

inspired by images of people with Olecranon Bursitis

a new obsession formed

the desire to become a pterosaur

with great long elbows

so as to finally spread my wings

and depart to another realm

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see you later!

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