Odyssey (2018)
Rhode Island School of Design BFA Thesis Collection
My family celebrates my adoption day like a birthday as we don’t know precisely when or where I was born. As an adopted child, my sense of legitimacy is mystified by an absence of origin. As a queer person of color, that legitimacy is further threatened by white supremacy and heteronormativity. Odyssey is a narrative in which I am the protagonist, embarking from an uncharted genesis. This collection of artifacts manifests formative biographical moments into beautiful objects, allowing me to reframe their context and analyze their impact on my being. By methodizing a constellation of disparate events, I create a vantage point from which the amorphous clarifies and the obscure saturates. I venerate the undesirable, elevating them so that they may instead become the envied.
Game of Tag (front)
4”x6”x.5”
epoxy resin, stainless steel
One of my final memories at my old Middle School happened during my wood shop class towards the end of the second semester. A classmate of mine who grew up in a Neo Nazi family thought it would be funny to burn me with his hot glue gun at the end of class. He started to chase me around the room with it and tried to corner me. He wore a military uniform decorated with patches to school every day. Game of Tag is a badge for him.
Abomination
26”x6”x.5”
sterling silver
After transferring out of the middle school in my district to a private Catholic high school in Providence, Rhode Island, I began to experience the effects that three years of bullying had scarred me with. It sewed the seeds of a deep rooted sense of shame, a shame so powerful that it prevented me from telling anyone what was happening to me. Coinciding with the unpacking of this trauma, I was becoming aware of my sexual orientation. With no time to catch my breath, the shame and isolation intensified.
This piece is a necktie for my school uniform.
CLOSET
32”x27”x6”
Remains of my childhood closet bedroom door, nylon cord, pearl
Coming out is not a moment, it is an ongoing experience that queer people endure throughout their lifetime. Although the closet of my childhood has long since shattered, the weight and fear of not knowing how or when to reveal this truth still lingers.
Sometimes I Hear People Laughing At Me But Nobody’s There
4”x.4”x.4” each
sterling silver
There’s an assumption that lies can only be grounded in deceit. I believe some of the most powerful acts of love can be lies. Sometimes we tell the people we care about the most that we are ok when they ask us how we’re doing. We tell them a lie to save them the pain of knowing the truth, because we love them.
Photography: Rob Chron 2018
“Dear Mom and Dad,”
4”x3”
sterling silver
There’s an assumption that lies can only be grounded in deceit. I believe some of the most powerful acts of love can be lies. Sometimes we tell the people we care about the most that we are ok when they ask us how we’re doing. We tell them a lie to save them the pain of knowing the truth, because we love them.
Bull**** Fight
13”x26”x13”
steel, paper, rice paper, paint, brass hardware, nylon cord, satin, embroidery trimmings,
Growing up in the United States I am expected to uphold certain norms of masculinity and “manhood.” I’ve come to understand that I don’t subscribe to these norms and that despite this I am not less of a man. Men are taught when they are boys that in order to become a man they must strive for superiority. Honor is bred through confrontation, not communion. We are taught how to swallow our emotions. These shoulder pads are a celebration of my sensitivity; queerness is my armor. I may play on your team, but I don’t play for the same game.
Bull**** Fight
13”x26”x13”
steel, paper, rice paper, paint, brass hardware, nylon cord, satin, embroidery trimmings
Growing up in the United States I am expected to uphold certain norms of masculinity and “manhood.” I’ve come to understand that I don’t subscribe to these norms and that despite this I am not less of a man. Men are taught when they are boys that in order to become a man they must strive for superiority. Honor is bred through confrontation, not communion. We are taught how to swallow our emotions. These shoulder pads are a celebration of my sensitivity; queerness is my armor. I may play on your team, but I don’t play for the same game.
Photography: Dennis Krawec 2018