Something was taken from me [something inherently belonging to me], and I am taking it back.
When I could no longer recognize myself, I knew I had to reclaim what was mine. With color and canvas, I abstracted what I had become into prints, impressions of this person I did not know, until I began to feel like myself again. By acknowledging the wound, I could finally let it heal.
Barbara Kruger was right: “your body is a battleground.” But the fight belongs to you and you alone. Through this series, My Body Is Not For Sale, I reclaim the way my body is perceived by controlling what you do (and don’t) see. [I usurp whatever power you think you have over me, and sometimes even create something beautiful.]
My body is not for sale. It is mine and mine alone.
When I first started this series, my intentions were not what they are today. Each painting was not a definition of who I was, but an expression of what I could become. Now, five years later, the impressions are that of repair and renewal. I broke out of the prison you constructed around me. I now know my body is not for sale, and you are not entitled to any part of it.