A Statement From The Artist My best friend says I write to escape the entrapment of my anxiety. I think I write what the body remembers. Language, to me, is not just confession, but also survival. My work is a reflection of intimacy, and its many shapes and forms; intimacy disguised as sickness, intimacy disguised as grief, intimacy disguised as trauma. One of the reasons I write is to explore the physicality of emotion. It has often been said that our body remembers what the mind tries to forget. The consumed becomes the consumer in my work, love becomes medicine (but also disease). My voice isn't always stable, or reasonable, but the instability is deliberate, I promise. Writing is my search for honesty through vulnerability. I am not explaining my pain to you; I am translating it into something living & breathing, something that looks back at me, and you. I have tried to mirror my uncertainty to give myself a friend that will never leave: my own work.