A brief story on why I created this & personal confession
Have you ever been ghosted, gaslit, worn a scarlet letter , been hidden, cancelled , erased, or left in the shadows of a veil? Have you ever felt your voice swallowed, yourself chained to invisibility, been judged , labeled , and misunderstood? Have you ever been buried in the recesses and cave of hidden truths ? Have you carried the weight of what it means to worry about an emoji heart on a post, or worry your like on another may be too visible, or grow anxious when it seems a cycle of invisibility just won’t ever end? Have you ever been the waters that hold desire — and become the mirror for it ? Have you ever questioned your sanity when truth is tainted ? Have you ever watched others look at you with terror in their eyes because you contain a seed of truth they can’t see ?
I have. It’s not an easy place to be but the gift in all these experiences is that there comes a point where what others think of you no longer matters. When humiliation becomes so great , the only thing left is to no longer care — not in an apathetic , wounded egoic sort of way — but a compassionate and empowered position , where you realise that the very thing that is left invisible is only hidden because it is real …
For this reason , I’ve created this art work : it is a way for me to honour my own past experience and bring it outside the personal and into the collective experience . Because my experience is not isolated — it is a common phenomena & quite normal : enact before embodiment .
I do not regret playing this role : it has allowed me to arrive to a point where I no longer seek validation from others nor take personally others actions . I now walk across any stage ( IRL , performed , or digital ) with confidence and faith in my own wholeness , validity , and love . I am compassionate towards the deep wounds I see all around me ; exemplified through social media , amplified in political betrayals , and codified in personal exchanges . The world around me is broken and buzzing with hidden truths. I see them and all I can do is break my heart open even more. Not to placate or accept this pain but to transmute it and have compassion for all — to understand that someone else’s state is simply a reflection of the level of self awareness of where they are at & to embody the wholeness I wish to see in others in myself :
This is in part why I created Mobile Confessionals : because I wanted to offer people a safe space to be completely honest with themselves without fear of judgement , curated feeds , or buried truths . The Mobile Confessionals offers others the chance to explore their hidden selves safely and without judgement or expectations . It holds space to breathe out the pain kept tightly wound within . All that is shared during my performances is kept secret and sacred between me and the “confessor”. I do not offer advice or bleed into an experience of my own expectations or desires — but instead simply reflect back what is shared through coded subtext.
Being hidden is hard , but hiding truth leads to dis-ease . By creating this Mobile Confessional , I seek to offer others the chance to heal the part of them that lives behind the veil and is set inside an underworld of chains .
Forget the labels , the costumes , the phases : come inside and look within . Join me inside the Confessional . Your sacred truth leads to your liberation . At least it has for me and mine .