I, and leather, deal in secrets. I am a speculative scavenger — transforming designer and salvaged leather into conduits for stories—both whispered and fractured. Through gestures of suturing, melting, bending, and layering, my sculptures and paintings are neither static nor singular; they are haunted, fractured embodiments of identity and memory that meander through scattered histories and imagined futures. Through meditations on counter-cultural movements— such as the queer nightclub and leather scenes — My leather artworks unveil mythological temporization. These gestures embody a sensual longing and a radical reimagining through methods of disintegration, preservation, and restoration.

The works are eternal and immutable. With materials such as vermiculite (used as prop-debris in explosion movie scenes), rubber dust (detritus from car tires), resin (mimicking sweat), leather hides (well-weathered skins), and neon (puncturing light affecting atmosphere), the sculptures and surfaces are isochronous. they are bodies that are both objects of desire and suffering, a sort-of candlelight shimmering onto destroyed pasts and fictional futures. At the end, my practice is atemporal; a language of excess at the precipice of time fragmentation.