The Last Supper We Never Had

$500.00

Digital on Aluminum
20×30

I tried to create a piece that is a raw and unflinching commentary on eating disorders, body shame, and the culture of impossible beauty standards.

I tried to make it convey the personal devastation of disordered eating, but also to the way the world sometimes sits at the table with us: whispering, taunting, judging. It’s a reminder of how insidious and loud those messages can be, and how deeply they fracture self-worth.

If you have ever felt this way: You are beautiful. You not alone. There is hope.

Digital on Aluminum
20×30

I tried to create a piece that is a raw and unflinching commentary on eating disorders, body shame, and the culture of impossible beauty standards.

I tried to make it convey the personal devastation of disordered eating, but also to the way the world sometimes sits at the table with us: whispering, taunting, judging. It’s a reminder of how insidious and loud those messages can be, and how deeply they fracture self-worth.

If you have ever felt this way: You are beautiful. You not alone. There is hope.