Existing as a queer, disabled, Jewish person of color has allowed me to become familiar with the walls in our world supported by the perpetual cycles of discrimination.
I often find these walls right in front of me.
These frequent, intimate encounters allowed me to study each brick from the ground up.
Now, for the first time since escaping the conservative town in which I grew up, I was given a space to manipulate in Italian artist residency.
In the past, I have only resided in rented rooms, prohibiting me from fully altering them.
This limitation within my own home paralleled the outside world’s.
This time is different.
I turn the tables.
On the walls of my safe space, I depict the irony of enclosure as a visual reclamation.
Within these walls, I am free from them.