In May/June of 2017 I created this photo essay for queer artist collective Balaclava.Q, in response to their prompt of 'obscuring the face'.
The act of being where nobody knows you.
A city, one which you have never visited.
Walking down a crowded street, anonymous, making contact with no one.
Online, where identities are curated.
A chatroom where everyone is lonely.
In your room, alone, at night, quietly mausterbauting.
(And the act of repeating cliches)
Art for exploring boundaries.
--{Pieces that are not branded with identity.
--{Pieces that are identity.
--Work, like sex.
Filling and
Primal and
Upsetting.
Queerness is a strange thing. It is not hereditary. We are not given it by our parents. We discover it within ourselves. We choose to form community. We are unified beyond race, class, religion. (And yet we cannot forget that these things may still divide us.)
Empowered by Anonymity.
Anonymous to Survive.
Faceless by Choice.
Choosing to love and to fuck and to live.
This is [not] for you.
This is [not] for me.
This is [not] for us.
