Since 2002, I’ve experimented with the impermanence of identity by assuming different personas. I hold a mirror to societal monsters, and collapse duality through laughter.

I put on some Michael Bolton, moved in close, and did the slowest, most sensual Roger Rabbit you can imagine.

What is a woman without endless toil? Revered Obadiah says this question is unanswerable, and that I must live out my allotted days in a gratitude borne of terror for the future of my soul.