I can never speak highly, confidently, or truthfully about what I have achieved or done, lest I offend the whole world. Most of my practice has been solitary. I’ve offended the entirety of disgruntled FAANG women in San Francisco & the New York area for suggesting that, my work, as feminine and naive as it may look, is something I treat sacred and as rigorously as people treat ‘founding a company’. I am punished for my sacrifice: of clawing myself from a non-international school in a third world country, of attempting to give myself over and over. Much of my work is about the false promise of sacrifice, and how we always end up crucified. Maybe things would be better if I was a man.
This next body of work is all about the precarious history of production and sacrifice. Recently I wrote this: the history of the internet holds a history of the Filipino people. What a stupid and bold statement – that I very much believe in.
