My clay is my flesh. Among the slip and crevices of my entrails, I have discovered lace living there. It is fused to my nervous system and muscle tissue, cohabitating with my internal organs. This lace has been incubating in me since birth. 

 

With each squeeze, pinch, and poke exerted in my making process, I explore the malleability of human biology—reconnecting me to my vessel and queerness. Ceramic dishes are as omnipresent in western society as cis heteronormativity; the daily ritual of eating and drinking mirrors the often-ritualistic performance of our sexuality and gender. The work provides my participant-audience with a surrogate body to reexamine their understandings of identity and intimacy through play. Functionality is queered by redefining what a vessel can be and dissolving expectations of how one should be handled.  

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For me, the act of making this work is radical, rooted in unearthing queer joy and  community for myself and others in a world actively trying to eradicate both. I am driven by my hunger to embrace this body after feeling alienated inside of it for most of my life.