As The World Awakes From Slumber

2021




Porcelain Doll Unraveling





When I came back we were all hiding. In this surreal haze I grew and grew. As the world awakes from slumber, with it so do all of you.
I dreamt fists came knocking, but I’m not the girl from way back when. Not in mind, not in body, nor in need of anything


This project came to be in the final phase of Corona, when the world was still on pause. When the #metoo movement was gaining momentum and I heard the word crip for the first time. When there were no others to tell me how to look at myself, I looked at me. This was the beginning. This was taking root in myself instead of in someone else. 

It took three years of unlearning and re-educating, three years of peace and quiet to be able to hear my own voice through the orchestra of internalised opinions. 

Until finally, this overwhelming feeling of disconnection with my old life hit me. After which I collected my own archival material from the year before the interruption and started hacking away at it. Combined with drawings and writing from that same era, these visual markers of my memories were then repurposed and redirected in Photoshop. Until finally they weren’t a documentation of the world around me anymore. 

They became the tool with which to tell my own truth.




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