The Capsule

In moments of pondering, I am often struck by the realization that I am stuck being myself forever. Sometimes this thought becomes stifling and I am overwhelmed with the sensation of being trapped. This feeling is further complicated by my female form which has separated my body from its function of survival, instead existing as an object of desire, criticism, and sin. In two parts, the Capsule explores the ways in which I feel trapped by the same body that pumps blood through my veins and air in my lungs. Through a variety of self-portraiture, I study my complicated relationship with my body, exploring the condition of being a prisoner to my own form.