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Look at me Horatio! These pictures suggest the idea of looking away while simultaneously expecting to be seen. With one glands of my body he’d already know what kind of special girl I am. My Skin, hair, skin, height, voice, definitely the voice, face, fat, coochie- coo and all the traits you have from your father.

In present time we (transwomen) have lost control of being private outside of our home. The past ten years hyper-fixation on gender have made the current pass- ability impossible. Representation has been looked at through the glasses of positivity, while like a surgeon the media has hand picked parts from a doll, until a whole body appeared. However, in our current situation representation has become a controlling weapon limiting access to the privacy of life and access to care. Therefore we turn our backs.

In the exhibition ‘ Natures Freak’ I want to crack open the skull of the situation and listen to the internal monologue of the Hamlet of today - the transgender girl. In her room she contemplates inheritance and the things that have been passed on to her. Both in a social and economic sense. What things are ingrained in our understanding of the concept of family, the violent postmortem examination of James Carey, which bodies we empathies with and which we don’t.

In Hamlets non-sensical approach to life we have an interesting intersection into the livelihood of transgenderism. Things that are unexplainable - but doesn’t cease to exist. There is a certain human attraction to the things we don’t understand - An actor in a film who doesn’t choose the obvious and expected. The unresolved ending to life that death brings.

The misunderstanding of today is to fanatically make factual out of nature. When Nature isn’t a fact.

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