Toxic Waste

Toxic Waste, 2025

Perormance+installation

…isn’t just a title. It’s what remains after emotional contamination. It’s a dumping ground, yes — but also a reclaiming of space. By transforming pain into physical form, I reclaim my body, my narrative, my right to rest.

This piece is a personal exorcism — a pile of artefacts sculpted from fragments of a past that clings like residue. Photographs of me and my ex — a relationship steeped in toxic masculinity, control, envy, etc — are shredded and reassembled into a soft form of a big pile. The pillows, aren’t meant for comfort, but confrontation. They speak to the insomnia that haunted me, nights I couldn’t sleep under the weight of someone else’s need to dominate, to possess.

 Scattered among the pillows are remnants of that life: pills that numbed, texts that manipulated the truth. Every item is both memory and evidence — proof of how love can be twisted, how control can be disguised as care.

With this piece comes a little performance. Which includes me reading a text and ritualy pooring green liquids over it at the end.