During the pandemic, I found myself stuck, alone, in a place I didn’t want to be with not a lot to do. It forced me to reflect on my relationship with myself. I stared into mirrors and dissociated for hours on end. My body felt foreign as if I were just trapped inside.

As an escape, I taught myself to airbrush. I created these self-portraits, staring with the tryptic and moving onto a series of much larger paintings, as a study of my relationship with a body that no longer felt real.