This body of work is a psychological portrait. The ownership of the physical image and allowing the person portrayed to say something about themselves through editing there own image- cutting the photograph. The photograph as a physical object becomes the starting point for a discussion where the subject can add meaning to the image. The photographic act becomes a performance that produces a unique object that is not reproducible versus the reproduction of digital images.
A Portrait 2016-1017
A Portrait 2016 to 2017
The remit for this portrait was for a recognisable but not necessarily obvious likeness, that the viewer would need to engage to find the identity behind the image.
It became a piece about the duality of identity as it is both open and private and unexpected in what is and is not exposed, an expression but not a confession.
A Portrait marks a time of reflecting on self identity, of choosing change and still being yourself.
This piece was commissioned in 2017 and was created from an archived photograph.
Paint and wasabi tape are used.
Who gave you the roses?
Letters in my diary:
Thank you for all you have made me. Thank you for taking that fat, ugly, bloated disgusting thing I was. You’ve put me on the road to perfection. I’m nearly there, I can feel my bones rubbing against my bed when I’m trying to sleep. It hurts on my spine and my rib cage and my hip bones. I can’t sleep properly, it hurts to lie down – but that means I’m nearly there. It shows that I’m losing the weight. Some days I hate you, like when I get dizzy and faint, then I get bruises and look stupid. Some days I wish you hadn’t gotten into my life, so I could be like everyone else. All my friends go out for dinner and they all eat; they never feel ashamed or embarrassed. They’re perfect already. That’s when I realiseAna, you have to be in my life. I know I’m not perfect yet, but soon I will be. And it’s all because of you, you are my life saver. You always push me and make sure I’m not doing anything wrong. You’re the only thing I will ever love Ana. It’s my fault when things go wrong because you always want the right thing for me, you make sure I’m heading towards perfection. I hate it when I fight with and when I can’t do what you want, I’m sorry that I let you down. I will try harder Ana, I promise.
Who Gave you the Roses?
This is a conceptual piece on disability, control and the emotional needs of growing up quadriplegic. This is not just one story but a conversation, about defying limitations and wanting to fit in, about being left unnoticed and to have no privacy, about using drugs to stay alive and for feeling alive, about the need for touch and love and sex and to have not physical control of your body or surroundings.
About not giving in and not fitting in.
About being smart and funny and beautiful and trapped.