As a member of the Furies Collective, we will be presenting a large-scale installation @thebombfactoryartfoundation
“Cellulite: Still Becoming,” brings together nine artists whose practices engage, from different positions, with a question: What happens when the female body refuses to comply?
Working across textile installation, sculpture, video and sound, the exhibition takes ageism as its critical lens - not as a peripheral concern but as a central mechanism through which patriarchal systems discipline, extract from, and discard women’s bodies. Against a backdrop of intensifying territorial violence and the erosion of women’s rights, the works gathered here propose accumulation over erasure, refusal over legibility, care over control.
The space brings together a collective installation by @amandacornishstudio@elinor.henry@lujane.pagganwala@m.h.toscano@margot_wilson_art , in dialogue with works by @sunimullen (A New Frontier: Kiss My Black Ass), @athenamothership and Pearl Yang (Project Hail Grandma), and @hannah_dowling & @chromosapiens (Reins of Time).
Address: 201 Marylebone Road, NW1 6LY
Exhibition dates: 22nd May - 13th June
The ass — historically dismissed, sexualized, legislated — offered here as a site of wit, endurance and dissent.
Video stills are excerpts from a three minute video documenting the making of 15 new paintings which will be on view in London this month.
@furies.collective@thebombfactoryartfoundation
“TSA: Sometimes I Wish I Lied” (2026) | Hair, Oil Paint, and Spray Paint | 18” x 24”
I had to lift my wig going through TSA— & began thinking about if that happens to non-black women while traveling or do they assume that’s their real hair—-> the red and blue is a nod towards policing — the “I wish I lied more” is both personal and a commentary on the incident—-> thinking about my personal life as a woman, and how honest I am, but how I could lie to avoid being too known on a personal/vulnerable level and ultimately how I could’ve just told TSA that this was my hair… but my first instinct is always truth.
“Pre-Diabetic: Shit, I Did it to Myself” (2026) | Pan y Cerveza
Before arriving to Spain, I had to get a routine physical and a few vaccinations. I’m still in good health, but I learned that I was entering the danger zone of being pre-diabetic. The doctor told me that with a subtle diet shift, it was reversible.
I immediately thought about the year I had just spent in London eating chocolate, bread, drinking wine and beer—followed by my time down south in Houston where I was guzzling six-packs to combat the heat.
When I arrived to Spain, I told myself to really “watch it,” as I do not want to enter a space where my body experiences something irreversible.
Despite the fresh produce, I still find myself indulging in so much bread, beer, and wine while in Europe. It feels almost inescapable.
“Pre-Diabetic: Shit, I Did It to Myself” situates itself as a beer bottle lodged inside of a loaf of bread.
Estrella Galicia is a product of northwestern Spain, while freshly made loaves of bread are readily available daily at local mercados.
This pairing gestures toward cycles of consumption where comfort, excess, and habit coexist with awareness of their effects. The body—my body—becomes a site of negotiation between desire, discipline, and inheritance.
“WEYYYYYYYY FIGA” (2026)
📍 Milan
Slides 1-4: Graffiti, Nigga’ruptions
Slide 5: STK and overpriced Aperol
Slides 6-8: Fresh food and Italian home cooked meal prepared by @jermay.michael.gabriel_studio
Slide 9: Duomo
Slide 10: Che figa!
Slide 11-12: Massimo De Carlo Gallery
Slide 13-19: Opening Reception for “ECHOES” viewing works | @lamarjrobillard at @banquet_gallery
Slide 20: Gratitude
“Federally Approved” (2026)
Recently, I was invited to share some writing via @maisonmartinmayorga
for @silenciosolutions
This is apart of their ongoing literary project that features a new piece of writing by an emerging author every month.
✍🏾
“Federally Approved” is a quick wit piece that I wrote after reading a list of words that have been banned on federal / government websites queued by President Donald Trump.
The list reads like someone attempting to “cleanse” their social media timeline to not experience the psychological weight of accountability from global and national decisions that affect its citizens.
Selfishly, I scoured the list for the word “nigga”. It did not appear. Hence, “Federally Approved”
“niggas 🤝🏾 blak folks” (2026)
Spain doesn’t clearly identify the ports they used to import and export Africans during the transatlantic slave trade. I’ve had discussions with others, and it’s not a common history lesson. I had a conversation with a native, and they mentioned how parts of Spain had experienced extreme poverty for an extended period of time, and I asked her, “how, when you all played a major role in the transport of slaves?”
She had never considered that.
