I’ve been painting a lot of asses and dicks lately. Let’s just name it. Male nudes. Veiny, exposed, faceless. Not for shock, not for clout, but because there’s something painfully honest about the way we perform identity, especially in queer spaces.
The collection I’m working on, tentatively titled anon..? focuses on the way we show our bodies but not our faces. How sex and intimacy can be both validating and void filling.
It’s about online hookup culture. It’s about shame and desire. It’s about us.
And yeah, I have to be picky about what I hang in gallery shows. But you better believe the rawest pieces are coming soon, well as soon as I get some life bits figured out…