My body feels alien to me and I feel alien in this world. Each piece in this series represents a dysphoric relationship I have with a body part. Her organism is fragmented and discontiguous, constructed with the shards of smashed liquor bottles. Neither turning away from nor staring unwaveringly at the bleakness of suffering is advisable. These bits of brittle glass trash have been lifted from the gutter and reified into objects sublime in their transparent passivity, colorless luminescence, and this beatitude resonates with the historically religious design applications of stained glass. Trans women are widely represented as grotesque, crazy and fragile. Here is my body.
Glass Heart #6. (Featured in Lili Weckler Unhinge's 'De Huma.')