I am a soft boiled egg from the suburbs of Detroit, USA, baby. Spawned in 1993, I grew up during that pre-housing crisis, Bush 2, era of American exceptionalism. As a result of the consumption culture that defined my early adolescence, I make most of my art from trash and thrift. The treasure hunt, whether an actual expedition or abstracted windfall, is a fundamental part of my process. It feels like lineage, a way to keep my work rooted in the language of something reminiscent. Something nostalgic from a foggy childhood that is blurry on the edges. 

Largely concerned with the decorative and sentimental, my work contains its own dense language rooted in western ideas of gender performance and sexuality. It is not hysterical, but vibrates with anxiety. Setting up intricate installations of paintings, collages, sculptures, and processed foods, I make symbolically complex, yet goofy sets and props for no one! Or maybe me! Using humor and a deep, un-ironic, appreciation of kitsch, I aim to undermine traditional institutions of taste, class, value, and power. My intentions are generosity, joy and jokes.