Memories are a fascinating place where our life experiences are stored. They are personal, close to the heart and have a tendency to linger on for years after. In my experience I have noticed people questioning the memories that I (or they) must hold on to or let go of. This makes me wonder, “what about my experience and how I felt?”. Being diagnosed with a personality disorder, and undergoing therapy, now the lens with which I recollect gets questioned too. This has played with how I respond to my present and future, based on what I remember from my past.
I have been making self portraits for years now, but it is only recently that I have discovered that they are staged. When I immerse myself in that thought, I find there is a fair amount of framing, posing, and catching light from various sources, even setting up my own composition. Making photographs of myself has become a private rabbit hole that I escape into and build my own universe in - the world that exists inside of my head. I have oddly come to enjoy this cathartic process.

An extension of my previous body of work “Hotel Rooms” which dives deeply into insecurities of body image, sexuality, questioning societal conventions, and so on, “Out of my Mind” is a playful respite from the larger conversations. Offering my clothless body as a sensorial surface, exposing it to the elements, I allow myself to be engulfed by light as it drapes the contours of my skin while I shift forms. By creating a stage for my madness through movement and emotive gestures, I am able to relive my memories, channel out my anxieties, my fantasies, not with shame or fear, but through play. Mentally, although fictional and staged, this is my journey of shifting the lens of how I make peace with my memories. I wish to hold a similar space for others who may want to find a similar manifestation of their internal world.