There are days I feel incandescently alive, burned by the influx of emotions. It all feels too close, too real. I crave distance, a muting. Solace and Serenity.
This paragraph was the opening lines in a reflective piece I read out to my therapist in 2024. It was an attempt to articulate the overwhelm I had experienced throughout my life, but even more so coming into adulthood and an awareness of my transgender body. For Those Incandescently Alive is the umbrella intention for all of my work. It is for those who resonate with feeling too much at once, who have been made to feel like they were too much for others. The private experiences I draw upon reflect the universal, reflect the political which then maps back onto the personal in an unbreakable web, and in that I encounter a terrifying awe of the human capacity to find connection and understanding in experiences our language fails to fully articulate.