I am an artist of service, healing, disruption, and magic. I weave disciplines of acoustic sound, electronics, poetry, activism, and performance art. I draw inspiration from my intersecting identities, namely being transgender, queer, neurodivergent, polyamorous, white, and a witch. My art asks: How do I translate my experience of liminality? How can I use my privilege to dismantle structures of oppression? How can trauma be alchemized to build nourishing and affirming futures? How can I engage an audience to come closer to themselves? I explore these questions through mediums such as ritual performance art, acoustic chamber and choral music - often interlaced with electronics, and multimedia immersive theater spaces.
My process usually involves frequent meetings with performers to determine what will sit best with their unique performative offerings. I am often interested in crafting an immersive experience for an audience that blurs the line between performer and listener as a tactic to get audience members to reflect intimately on themselves. My work is inspired by my experiences or the experiences of those close to me. Sometimes this is directly narrative, such as my performance art piece about being on testosterone, while other times I abstractly explore human conditions. I work with many myths, filtering them through my own experience. Even when working with ancient mythology (largely drawn from European and Sumerian pantheons), I am interested in queering the narratives and situating their lessons in our current social context.
I make art as an act of service. My art does not need the discourse of academic cisgender white men to have value. When I write for my transgender community choir, I am fitting to their voices, finding the delight in their queer vocal chords. The music I write for my trans choir kneels before them and asks, how can I serve your perfect being - the soul of your voice?
I make art to disrupt structures of oppression. My music has featured boys in dresses next to saxophones, prescription label collages amid chaotic electronic soundscapes of dysphoria, and intramuscular testosterone injections under expansive, life-giving harmonics. It has mourned trans murder victims and challenged the Christians who told my friend she must have committed a sin to have a child with Down syndrome. It has screamed at the onslaught of xenophobic news with granulated recordings of politicians and pleaded with white people to recognize the racialized violence of our culture. My art is never enough.
I make art as an act of ritual, as an act of world-building. My art burns with mythological fire. I fill gardens with flutes, brass instruments, clarinets, dancers, singers, and actors for my trans-ancestors, tearing through notes at the shattering of the world and whispering delightful fae dances that escape definition. I cast circles in performance and invoke the wild. From this space between worlds, the veils are thin; I see the crumbling of present structures and I sing my devotion beyond, invoking new colors and the completeness of our tomorrows.