From simple sketches to fold-out stories, these are my absolute favourite pages from the past.
What began as a trauma has become pivotal to my ability to express myself as an artist and as a woman. I rework value into discarded materials and it heals me.
There is no subject more compelling than the human face.
This work is dedicated to my mother who taught me to draw even though I never listen to her.
Special thanks to the models and artists of The Collective Drawing Group for giving my weirdness and queerness a place to be at home.