Artists

 I wear a mask, a range of masks, some that shape and form to the world around me. I’m not hiding though, this is my internal power revealed from under the skin, evoked by something more or less than human, for I am more and less than human.

It began in high school, asked to play Othello when there were no boys in the drama class, and I heard endless cries at who I was being. So much that at times I believed it, I could see their point. It wasn’t until a grade came back that I realised I’d done something special – full marks for a transformative performance.

When I looked again at my peers I saw replicas of each other, of mums and dads and the names that they were called. My work off grid has been to help others express their self and expose the absurdity of the dystopic surrendered lifestyles.





