im lys with no pronouns & no last name & this is destroy.iy an autophagic manifesto & a punk archive of failure dysphoria body horror decay the unhomely & boredom where emotions are no longer metaphors but textures

what remains once things collapse under their own weight what do you do when you cant live in a body that doesnt feel like home & when you start to peel it off can we wear our skin inside out like a punk coat & what do we do with the scars

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destroy.iy is structured in the absence embodying the visual languages of alienation i couldnt find during my phd & explores the challenge of navigating countries gender love or adulthood while refusing to project oneself into existence

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punk skin is an intimate polaroid series where i fantasise swapping bodies with my male friends documenting our relationship over the years skin here is a slow intimate metamorphosis half body steal half confession

in the enter series (enter the flesh the decay the unhomely) vaseline on food mirrors the bodys inner decomposition & dysphoria becomes horrific & mechanical i eat i stand i walk but the body isnt mine & there is no exit

000 is a psychogeographic diary what if i was writing a fugue without knowing it it traces the collapse of love & identity through cities routines fragments in a structure of endless return where every escape routes back to the self

 

destroy.iy is not about an aesthetic of shock or transgression but revealing the world before its translated the raw shameful blurry disturbingly real place we all eventually face with the same quiet sense of recognition its horror isnt fictional its what you see when you close & reopen your eyelids & nothing looks right anymore