An escapist’s fantasy.

For me, it is one that disguises and fetishizes my own memories of sexual abuse. For the longest time I couldn’t put into words what I was trying to do with this work. While making it, I would actively think of every way I could justify it without admitting what it actually was, looking for every way I could hint at the truth so that other people could inject a story (whether they related to it or not) that did not implicate myself in the narrative. I hid in the ambiguity as hard as I could.

Here, landscape is the subconscious mind, where memories of the scene have been transfigured in an effort to both protect and seduce the [victim]. It is both a way out and a trap; an in-between; a purgatory arising from passivity, avoidance, and guilt.