I remember there was something going through me, a feeling that I was propelled into the future somehow... that felt way beyond me. The transformative qualities of my mutating body expand the possibilities of my own representation.
Naked, fluid, polymorphic, subsumed by a non-canonical expression in a way that embeds my body with an extreme symbolic power.
Raw, inflamed, non-sexualized, functioning as an anti-male gaze, serving as representation of emotion, performing as reflection of evolution. A rhythm out of control. A stimulating merge of human and machine, flesh and metal, through a provocative fusion between fiction and the concept of self.
Each body creates a sense of psyche, expressive, individual, disruptive. Now perform in multiple realities, inflate polymorphic possibilities, automorph mind and body, devise, traverse.
Through a speculative deconstruction of any expectation, a seductive contemplation of gender harnesses experiences of fluidity, non-binarism, contrasting representations of gender as performative, volatile, evaporative, rather than biological and established. Metagender, as a productive state of disorientation of desire, challenges categories of sex-gender identity, not ultimately categorizable in terms of morphology and ultrastructure. It is postqueer, beyond the understanding of gender as a performance.
My androgynous body transformed by the binds tosses off an extraordinary detail, it ponders and absorbs its mystery, it goes deeper to shed the layers of representation to get beauty out of it.
Unbound by gender or form, the mind has always had the capacity to break out, now all bodies are free.
A singular body, unique and plural, polymorphic and shapeless, subverting its own linearity and propelling into its own logic—like a world unto itself. I’m now propelled into the future, morphing into something beyond, through an eerily beautiful birth of a new world.