Back in the end of 2024 I worked in a mental hospital. I worked at that place so I should probably call it something more respectful, but no one would know what the fuck I was talking about.

Anyway, I thought a lot about death and dying and suicide and when I was in the hospital when I was a teenager. Also, I worked graveyard shifts so I kind of existed in a fugue state all the time so I was only awake at work and it was the only time I had to make art. So I got into digital stuff.

Anyway again, this is a bunch of work with my blood all over it. I promise it was obtained in a safe and not problematic manner! The phlebotomist gave it to me! Secretly!

It is mine after all.

Shown in an eponymous exhibition at Gallery 114 in March of 2025.