There is beauty in the twisted.
Growing up Queer in the American Bible Belt, it doesn’t matter what your family tries to teach you, you will learn to hate yourself. Being raised in a rural Baptist Church, I learned I am the Devil. I learned that no matter what good I do, no matter how much I love, it would be evil. I would never be free. Never forgiven. My salvation was moot.
Instead I made my own deliverance. Not good, not evil, through ink, paint, and pencil I twist forms, make monsters, I lay my inner demons bare and learn to love them as me. Through my work I write my own gospel, one where even the Devil can be forgiven, can love, and be loved. One where there is beauty in the twisted borrowed flesh we have been given.
My process for creating is just as ever changing and impermanent. I find that minimal planning allows for the most flow, in both form and number of ideas. Who we are as people is never solid or hard defined. We twist and turn with conscious and unconscious choices. My art and process are the same.
