"It’s one of those summer days, every breath from the muggy air sticking inside your throat, sweet sweat freckled on flushed cheeks. Tall, lush grass tickles the bluebell horizon, coaxed by the hum of invisible creatures. A tiny, bloated tick hitches a ride on your cargos, three pairs of feet in unison on the gravel. The companions pull mulberries straight from the tree, warm pinks and deep purples popping between their teeth. Pluck up the tick, squeeze thumb pad and pointer, thick dark blood drips from the offender. A morning dove lands in the hiking path, bloody rat tail in her beak."

This collection centers on the juxtaposition of suffering and glamour; the normalization of prolonged suffering of others, and the justification of it. With imagery of a rose colored girlhood, religious icons, road kill and the nude female figure, this show works to reframe the ideas we hold about women, girlhood, and humanity.