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A skeletal frame of iron wire evokes the invisible structures that govern identity—rigid, cold, and unyielding. Draped in fabric, the surface bends and warps, compressing the complexity of self into flattened, distorted forms. Society filters, reshapes, and silences.
Sprayed metal coats the surface, creating a textured skin—harsh, reflective, and uneven. It speaks of alienation, of the mechanical indifference of the world. Within this skin, fragmented silicone arms—flesh-toned and severed—emerge through punctured openings. These fragments echo broken identities, especially those of LGBTQ individuals whose existence is often erased, divided, and scattered across margins.
The holes become more than wounds; they are fragile windows. Through them, one catches glimpses of lives beneath the surface, muted yet persistent. The fragments reach outward, resisting the constraints of imposed norms, gently pressing against the walls of silence.
This work is a quiet reckoning with exclusion—an exploration of identity splintered under pressure, and of the slow, tender process of reclaiming visibility in a world that turns away.