See, my love, I castrate myself before you / Lacerations on / Made flesh / I am so soft with scars’, 2025

Treating fabric as fabric as flesh. Stretched, distorted, and precariously suspended, the work exposes its wooden stretcher—challenging painting’s masculine tradition. Over time, the material will slacken and decay, mirroring the body’s transience. A redacted poem pinned to the back further emphasizes erasure and vulnerability.

Muslin, timber, thread, acrylic paint.

1m x 1m