I had someone tell me at 8AM today that their gut reaction to my work is like having sex with a woman on her period. Finally! Someone gets it. Earth, blood, vulnerability, disgust, animal desire.
I started drawing myself when I was really ill with an eating disorder. I am pretty sure these are in chronological order of when I drew them. I used to think that if I ate and fed my body, a latent "evil" programmed into my flesh would grow out of control and end the whole world. Needless to say, I was starving and developed B12 deficiency-induced psychosis.
Over the years, my work has been an incidental record of recovery. It has also documented the release of something totally beyond my control that no longer cares if the world ends with it.
Pure HUNGER.
