My Rotting Body

My Rotting Body is bound together by loneliness and girlhood going hand in hand together all of my life. Growing up, it feels like no one understands how vulnerable, how difficult, how heart-aching it can be as a young woman. How much energy it takes out of you to get out of bed where you have been rotting all day. It’s an age where you are supposed to evolve into a better version of yourself, a beautiful mature grown woman. Yet something is inside you, a mold that is spreading into your insides, getting you infected, making you unwanted. Simone De Beauvoir’s “Woman Destroyed” was an inspiration for this series, “They’ll find a rotting corpse behind the door I’ll stink I’ll have shat the rats will have eaten my nose.” made me feel so much indescribable and intense emotions at the same time. As I kept thinking about that book as well as how my emotional and mental state is so fragile, I felt like there was a really giant spread of fungus infecting the insides of my body. All of these emotions triggered something inside me, and the only way to visualize that frustration was to document my vulnerability through half realistic half stylized imagery.