homebody

More and more, I receive ads for weight-loss injections and pills and skincare promising to reduce the appearance of fine lines. It shapes how I see myself as my body changes and ages, and it pisses me off.

So instead of buying into their promises, I use my art practice to double-down on loving and accepting myself and the creature of my body as she is. 

In 2025, I completed a 100 day project, sketching the animal of my body every day for one-hundred consecutive days. Halfway into the project, the drawings had turned to collages and sent me down a rabbit-hole of what would become this series. 

Drawn-in by negative space, I hand-cut cotton-rag paper made from recycled garments to collage the topography of my body. I repeated the same shapes, again and again, in each collage, and invited in novelty in the form of rotating colors that I intuitively chose for the emotions and references they evoked within me.

Sandy shores. Lichen-covered rocks. Cherry blossoms in spring. The black and white of my journal.