From the series "Not Because I Need You to Know."

The moment I decided to intentionally deconstruct my tones/values, I felt a compulsion to draw my biological family. I’ve never felt this desire before. I don’t have a relationship with the vast majority of my blood relatives, and I grew up in an abusive environment. From the destroyed shapes emerge my sister, my brother, and myself as small children playing dress up. My mother berates me as I curl up on the ground. I’m pushed from a jungle gym, afraid and falling.

These drawings feel like spit. I don’t yet know what that means, but they are ambiguous in the way spit is ambiguous; they show unavoidable negotiations of power and consent the way spit does. Perhaps this is why, despite the lack of actual liquid, the only “accurately” rendered moments are scattered droplets across faces.