Well those concepts have been commercialized and trademarked.
Exactly, we live in Trump’s America. With all of this happening, there is this movement of people being body positive, yet Face-tuning themselves to death and getting crazy body modification—it all becomes very dangerous. It creates a disconnect. I thought, “Oh yeah i am not affected by any of that. I’m fine,” but I found myself getting wrapped into it. For me, I had a really bad eating disorder. And it’s crazy—you never really recover.
That’s been true for me too—you can change your actions, but there’s something still there in the back of your head that never really goes away.
Yeah! I was finding myself not triggered but hyper-focusing on a model’s face—that’s not her face—thinking, “Why doesn't my face look like that?” I realized that I was being affected by all of it.
As a recovered person myself, I get it. Sometimes working in the industry, I question my own recovered-ness.
I think it’s even worse now, because we are so removed from, not reality—because everyone has their own reality—but personal reality.
And that goes back to these concepts being trademarked—mental health being one of them.
Yes. And that’s why I did the masks. I am not someone who likes being in front of the camera, as I consider it a physical craft. I love being behind it doing the work. I don’t like self-portraiture also, because I just don’t feel the need to feature myself. I am not the narrative of my work. But with the masks, I was able to shoot my own body as an object—not an objectified object, but an object as the subject.
That sounds like an emotional and maybe upsetting experience?
Well, when Sarah was making them, she kept asking, “Do you want me to add this pimple, this hair?” And I had to be like, “Uhhhhh, yes, yes!” I’ve become desensitized to it all now though.
Are you truly able to have an objective view if it’s your own body though?
It’s the most objective I think I can get, because it’s removed from myself. There’s no photographic truth, but it’s the closest to documentary-style that I can get. I basically was so sick of everything. I was like, “Fuck the world. I hate it all.” So I took my body and put it in places that were scary, uncomfortable, that I hated, that were fantasies. I had an exorcism, and it was the best thing ever. Now I’m just like, “What’s next?”