Mother, We All Have Been
Lonely and Lovely Places
11.5 cm x 16.5 cm
Printed in Risograph and Silk-screen print
What does it mean to have been born white and female, automatically assigned with a long-lasting purpose of body, and just body? What happens when an identity — necessarily conditioned by youth and other pre-disposed, universal ideals for female acceptance and admission — begins to meet its inevitable end? What type of body will I be after this body is no longer the body I learned to live and depend on Having adopted a life that over the course of time assumed the role of spectator instead of participator, it’s especially the premises of sexual relationships that eventually endorsed a type of female performativity — my body, a body that was never my own.