Dolled Up Soul

I’d like to think of myself as a chameleon.

It’s not about necessarily blending in, it’s about finding yourself in the midst of the environment you’re in yet still possessing that authenticity you truly are.

I believe in hybrids. I believe that we as human beings may evolve onto a larger extend of beings. An organism with DNAs much more complex, with the presence of ecological niches that are suitable to adaptations and survivals in the world’s wondrous future that may be considered as a dystopia in our era.

Growing up watching Digimon, I found a huge fascination in monsters in animes. How they are portrayed in such gruesome way yet with a doze only Japan could comprehend. Such terrifying cuteness you just can’t get enough of. Animes, mangas, chibis, you name it. We’ve been missing out one important part the culture represents. A body modification, in another form, an imagery of a different portraiture of how we humans appear to be.

Sulfur Blonde

Sulfur Blonde

Sometimes I sit and wonder and ask myself questions in the likes of ; “what does it feel to be burned alive?” or the latter of the grotesque that might seem like a taboo if it was represented in a realistic conversation with random people. I also hate it when I’ve known a really good song for like ages and then suddenly it becomes a radio hit and the whole world is like “oh my god I love this new song”. I feel empathy for Echosmith or Charli XCX or Lana Del Rey-but damn it was cool to listen to them back in the days.

As I think I’m pretty stupid when it comes to the scientific matters, I just felt like Sulfur is the perfect name of the portfolio. Borrowing tones and contrasts unusual to happen in the human body/ Imaginations on how a nuclear invasion might affect the aesthetic matters. Sometimes I just put things onto my artistic perspective and leaving it like that. You know, like, just let your artistic views take perspective by transforming or distorting reality onto a level of absurdity one may just shake off as being weird.