This is a body of work which begins through an ongoing archive of makeup remover wipe “prints” that I make from my face. In these performances, I hang these images from two lines, which are pinned to my temples with needles. My face is smeared with white paint.

This is documentation from the third iteration of this performance, developed at the workshop Constellations of Critical Bodies. The hanging makeup remover wipe prints extended from this grassy lawn through the open door and into the main building where the performances were held. I lingered in this frozen tableau, buried up to my neck in the dirt. As I emerge from the ground in my high femme stilettos and lingerie, I take off my underwear and reveal my genitals to the audience, which I have shaved and decorated with mirror stickers like for a disco ball.