My Sacred Garment

2024

As I was finishing my BFA in Dance and entering the “real art world,” I realized part of becoming an artist was deprogramming myself as people wanted to see my humanity and not my pointed toes.

I made my bare torso out of glass to plunge myself into the depths of what’s real instead of grazing the surface of a fantasy. Fantasy is a beautiful genre and state of mind, but (for me) there’s a time and place for it.

Yes, the body can be sexual, but the body is also a vessel we carry around for every second of every non-savory and non-sexual experience. I shit and so do you. I have boobs and maybe you do too. Perhaps you struggle with your body like I do but at the end of the day we live naked all the damn time—we just put clothes on.

 I needed to wear this piece because I’m integral to this composition. The glass was cold until my body’s warmth created a suction in the glass breasts. What began as a process of confronting my insecurities finished as a piece that showed me how hard it was to recreate ME.