I want to be understood and seen—to build intimate connections while remaining detached. I strive to create a reality where strangeness is the norm for those who don’t feel at home in this world—a space of belonging, a space of acceptance.

My practice is a ritual of self-observation: I write down my feelings, thoughts, dreams, and memories. I transform my love and pain into photographs, films, drawings, and written pieces. These mediums often blend—my film scripts grow out of notes and poems, and my photographs are frequently completed with illustrations or text.

Through my art, I explore what is concealed inside the mind of a disturbed person. I’m drawn to extreme emotional experiences such as grief, obsession, and suicidality because of their radical honesty. In death and madness, I find something strange and hypnotic—something of myself. I love what I ought to hate because embracing it gives me peace. I don’t seek to eradicate or pathologize these states. The value of my work lies in recognition, as it is the first step toward accepting what feels unlovable- within ourselves and each other.