This series began as an experiment to see whether I could coax an AI image generator into visualizing the distorted bodily forms in my head. What I got were tangled figures stacked, twisted, and multiplied with hands and feet with too many digits and arms leading nowhere. 

They echoed how I felt after childbirth reshaped my body and postpartum depression crushed my sense of self, doubled down beneath impossible standards of beauty and motherhood. I painted these works during one of the hardest stretches of my life—-the months straddling my divorce—when I was torn between safety and the inexplicable pull toward something more.

As these paintings evolved, I pushed the edges of vulgarity and tested what language the AI would tolerate. (Turns out she’s either very demure…or very censored.) So I followed the thread deeper, letting curiosity lead me into the murkier territories of desire, human depravity, and pleasure.

What emerged feels like a mash-up of hedonistic orgy, nightmare, and grief. The figures melt into each other; flesh tears; bones twist, collapse, fold, and tangle. These are feral, animalistic, maternal bodies, suggesting intimacy and fantasy, but bound by the limits of the canvas.