35.5 x 39 inches
oil, spray paint, collage, and mixed media on canvas
35.5 x 39 inches
oil, spray paint, collage, and mixed media on canvas
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Mixed media collage
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35.5 x 39 inches
Spray paint, acrylic, oil pastel, sharpie, collage, and oil on fabric
35.5 x 39 inches Spray paint, acrylic, oil pastel, sharpie, collage, and oil on fabric
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You get invited to a Dodgers game. You’re not into baseball but it’s Miguel’s one hundred and thirty fourth birthday and he would like you to come. On your drive there you notice it’s barren, there isn’t a soul to be seen. City of Ghosts. You stop to grab a bouquet of white flowers at the supermarket and you see no cashier so you leave without paying.They’re for Miguel. You arrive at the parking lot in Dodger blue. Only cars and no people around. […]
You’re hearing voices but the stadium is empty.
Spirits of those whose homes it was built upon.
Los Angeles.
You pull out your phone to text Miguel but his text messages disappeared.
The wind is blowing all your flowers away.
You walk back to your car and you find a ticket.
Another parking ticket? No.
A one-way ticket, you gotta go.
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Your Sun
hand-painted canvas gown
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A geometric garment made from hand-painted canvas, partly hand-sewn and machine-sewn. The challenge was to design a costume for a Goth character making use of primary colors.
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Trans Pride Los Angeles presents SYZYGY, a gallery exhibition curated by Marval A. Rex on display at the Advocate & Gochi Galleries located at the The Village at Ed Gould Plaza during Trans Pride LA 2022, and beyond!
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Featuring an interdisciplinary cornucopia of artworks from Cade Moga, D Hill, Emily Lucid, Van Jazmin, Marval A Rex, and Yozmit.
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Poem reads:
HA HA HAVE YOU EVER
SEEN
A ROCKET
SELF-SHATTER
AS IT ENTERS THE
ATMOSPHERE
[at the wrong angle]?
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IS THE EARTH TO BLAME?
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Screening films by Cade Moga, D Hill, and Yozmit
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Essa mostra é resultado do trabalho de curadoria, entre 130 propostas, de obras de arte que discutem e tensionam aspectos antropológicos e históricos de populações em nosso país-mãe e os diversos elementos que compõem nosso imaginário cultural, com intuito de refletir sobre o cenário do fazer artístico contemporâneo no Brasil e estimular a profusão de novos nomes da cena artística.
Corrupção Corporal um curta para a exposição coletiva Antropia Nacional
Galeria Plexi
São Paulo, Brasil
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Corrupção Corporal um curta para a exposição coletiva Antropia Nacional
Galeria Plexi
São Paulo, Brasil
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Curadoria Gabriel Babolim
Montagem fina Erick Martinelli
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Cat Call
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personal lubricant + lipstick on bedding
cut into diaper
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I see myself
as I break out from my relentless swaddle
What have I become?
My wings are stained
with the eyes of the owl who haunts me
I have no insides
I am only a mirror
Let me walk the earth again!
Let me move my limbs without symmetry
There is no freedom in flight
I will never reach the fickle moon
I cannot live in shame
I choose the flame
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Acrylic on transparency, craft paper
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Phallic sex toys had gained a new uncomfortable meaning. I made casts out of them. The originals are unbreakable but the copies are frail. I reassembled the pieces, they resembled the ruins of a broken empire. At the highest tower, a vile of factory-made Testosterone. The base: cast from a toilet lid.
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Colored pencil on paper
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OFF
Cast of my foot. I had been purging my closet of accessories used throughout my life as a woman. I was convinced that I was no longer attached.
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Acrylic on paper
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After 8 years of having a pair of silicone prosthetics inside my breasts, I had them explanted. Both surgeries were performed by my father. I kept the prosthetics, they were branded with the word ‘Silimed’. Here, the explants perform as hamburger buns, cradling a raw beef burger patty. A cup of milk is being decanted.
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I installed atop of it the silicone mammary implants that were inside me for 8 years.
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The meat began to ooze and rot, Camille’s flowers wilted, and Sam’s limbless torso waited patient-ly.
Installed as part of the show ‘Objects of Pleasure’ which took place at Post Gallery, curated by Mabel Moore.
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My father always wanted a son. When I was 21 he re-married and produced a son. Portrait of my father holding my half-brother. Painted in strawberry jam + powdered sugar, preserved within resin.
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I was designated a space within the gallery to instal my work. I noticed this wall, which served as a dividing segment within the room. I requested an extra 8 inches of wall space: the edge of the room divider. I built a mirror mounted on wood to fit the edge. The mirror reflected my installation across the room: I often find myself in borders. Exhibited as part of the group show ‘We Are Making People’s Days as Much as We are Ruining Them” which took place at Otis College of Art & Design.
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