Over the years, I have explored alternative forms of spirituality that embrace both queerness and sexuality. In doing so, I aim to challenge the boundaries set by traditional religious frameworks. While my journey began with Christianity, it has expanded to include Jungian psychoanalysis, anthropology, and Western esotericism. These practices allow me to question and deconstruct spiritual concepts in ways that reflect my identity.
My work may take the form of a painting of St. Anthony masturbating with a dildo, a Drag Pope serving hosts with jam, or a queer ritual consisting of chocolate-coated marshmallows—each an embodiment of the tension between sacred and profane, the serious and the absurd. These pieces explore the reimagining of spirituality through a queer lens, dismantling the taboos of sexuality and religious symbolism. After all, why should communion be dry when jam can make it a little sweeter?
Much like Donna Haraway’s Cyborg Manifesto, I employ ironic faith as a political method—embracing the tension between seriousness and playfulness, belief and critique.
Painting, drawing, and minimalistic installations are the primary mediums through which I express these themes. My approach is an attempt to stitch together fragmented aspects of my identity—blending my religious upbringing, my yearning for spirituality, and my evolving queer identity. Like a cyborg, I seek to integrate the fragmented pieces of my past into a new whole.
Through this process, I am not forging a path toward a more inclusive and flexible understanding of spirituality, one that celebrates the intersections of body, mind, and soul. My work is an invitation to question the dominant narratives that govern our lives—whether those of religion, sexuality, or identity—and to embrace a more expansive, multifaceted sense of self. In this reclamation, I strive to make space for the contradictions and complexities that define us all, finding power in the hybrid, the absurd, and the deeply human. And if that means St. Anthony gets a new toy or the Pope adds jam to the menu, well, isn’t that divine intervention?