in many legs/hands I trust.

2024.

this performance piece is what it seems—it’s me giving myself a tattoo in my room. i did it like an hour and a half and it still needs to be fixed. i don’t hold the needle properly. i could’ve taken better safety precautions. i could’ve been more intentional with the design. i could’ve done a lot.

as someone with a condition that has disfigured me, tattoos mean a lot to me. it’s this reclamation of my bodily autonomy. however, i’ve never trusted my own self enough to put needle to skin. i’ve always felt the need to pay professionals—i never had much faith in myself though i knew i possess the ability to do so. this performance is meant to act as a means of rebellion against my own better judgment. the choice of design, a free hand drawn centipede, plays into this. i fucking hate centipedes, but man do they make a good tattoo.

fuck fears, take more risks.

(this piece coincides with an on-going research/art project on women, bodily autonomy, and body mods).