As I prepare for my upcoming solo exhibition Sea of Dreams, I wanted to open up a little window into my process and what has shaped this body of work. There is so much that goes into each piece and building an exhibition is a slow, messy and mostly private process. I realised that I don’t often talk about my deeper creative intentions. I shared some of this process with my Love- Letter subscribers and this is a shortened version of that letter.

What happens when something breaks and you suddenly can’t hustle with the same erect bravado? What happens when your grind-core, girl-boss, side-gig, hyper-speed brain decides to take a long fucking walk? What happens when you can’t move because you can’t feel your legs? One guess.