I am consciously and unconsciously reenacting imagery that I am attracted to. I imitate, dissect, consume and spit out archetypes, which are fed to us through movies and pop culture. I can become these things and enter a world without really entering it. I am a drag queen and a drag king. I also do not limit myself to kings and queens; I am in drag as whole historical time periods, trends, cultures and traditions. I am intrigued by the grotesque, the violent and extreme, the “bad” the “ugly”. What makes things “fun” or “cute” and why do I feel so belittled by those words? I am blinged-out and dazzling, blinding lights reflect off of my rhinestones. I am feminist-camping on a campsite of gold-diggers, glamorous criminals, witches and plastic surgery addicts. I am low-budget-chic creating a new genre that combines lumpy, figurative ceramics and narrative video.