Alexander Hall
Lavender Simple Syrup
(2016)

I harvested lavender that was growing in a bed near Alexander Hall on the University of Guelph campus. I made simple syrup and jelly with the lavender and gifted it to the CUPE 1334 workers who cultivated the lavender.

Point of Contact
(2016)
I followed the process of my unibrow growing in without tweezer intervention over the course of five weeks. My eyebrows reunited making a renewed point of contact.

Weeds for Harvest
(2015)

I remove the hair form my legs through the familiar ritual of waxing. I start the task in an overgrown asparagus field and completes the process amongst tall grasses near the woods.

Greasy Dreams Series
Geneviève (2016)

I film women and non binary people eating the foods of their choice in their beds: a site of comfort and performance.

Genuflect (when I’m on my knees)
(2020)

Genuflect (when I’m on my knees) is about about my lifelong jealousy of white women. Using the lexicon of my Catholic upbringing, I explore the ritual of genuflection repetitiously.

This work was made with funding from Factory Media Centre's &Now Production Residency and Scholarship program. A special thank you to Dima Matar.

Absolution
(2020)

I wash a bar of soap covered in my own hair until the bar dissolves completely. In continually washing my hands clean, I wish to absolve myself of the pain of jealousy amidst the cruelty of white supremacy which has made me feel that my hair and racialization are dirty.

Salvation
(2020)

A white blonde woman washes my feet. Similarly to Jesus Christ, who washes the feet of his apostles, I liken the white blonde woman to a christ-like figure in the pyramid of hegemonic femininity, someone I have been an apostle to my entire life. A special thank you to Mariel Rutherford and Emma Silverthorne.

Las Dos Menezes
(2014)

A re-creation of Frida Kahlo’s double self portrait Las Dos Fridas. Here my triplet sister and I wear heart sculptures that we have created for one another, carrying the others’ heart while living on different continents still connected to one another. We also wear our mother’s Indian saris which we wrapped after lessons from our grandmother. This expressed an attempt to feel connected to our cultural heritage in a complex and often confusing negotiation of our identities having been born and raised in Toronto with long arteries flowing to India.

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