mica rose,
photographed by Sean Perreira
Goddexx triptych, 2020
Digital Collage and Prayer
Creation goddexx poem render:
clear brwngrlz hoops dangle from mica’s ears. they adorn a pale pink crop-top sweater. their hair is strawberry blonde; their expression distant and longing; their head tilted to the left; their hands touch in prayer above their head. mica’s figure rests on a rose gold watercolor sunset full of fluffy clouds. mica’s belly dissolves into the sky. pink moons form halos around mica’s hands and head. soft white clouds border the top of the image, and translucent neon rays border the bottom, stretching toward mica.
a prayer traces mica’s top:
TRANS PEOPLE DESERVE, THRIVE IN, AND BIRTH THE FUTURE. WE TRANS(CEND) YOUR STRAIGHT-ASS LINEAR-ASS BORING-ASS NOTIONS OF TIME X SPACE. WE SACRED CELESTIAL CYBORG DINOSAUR MOTHERFUCKERS. WE HOLY. WE HEARTH. WE TREASURE. WE DIVINE FEMME. WE DIVINE MASC. WE ALL & NONE OF THE ABOVE AT ONCE. HOW? WE ALWAYS...
a prayer traces their collar:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
~~~
Cataclysm goddexx poem render:
an inversion of the previous scene. lava swirls and volcanic clouds replace the sky. the pink moons swell red. micah’s skin is red, their eyes turned shadow, and their shirt now ultraviolet.
a new prayer traces mica’s top:
WHEN THE SPANISH CAME, THEY SAW US AND SCREAMED “SIN”. VOLLEYED WICKED WORDS AT OUR BLESSED SHAPES SO YES, I DEMON IN THIS CATHOLIC PERCEPTION. I NIGHTMARE, I APOCALYPSE-BRINGER, AND FRANKLY, I AM READY TO VOLCANO A NEW WORLD SHOULD THIS ONE CONTINUE BREATHING OFF OUR EXTINCTION. GET READY, GET READY, GET READY. . . . THEY’RE GONNA— !!!
the collar prayer remains:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
~~~
Prayer Circle
poem render:
the first collage duplicates, with the corners’ neon rays and white clouds now disappeared. the moons are gone too, replaced with a single gray halo around mica’s head. surrounding mica’s figure are small golden statuettes of them in the same pose—33 in total. No prayer traces around their top, the collar prayer stays:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
photographed by Sean Perreira
Goddexx triptych, 2020
Digital Collage and Prayer
Creation goddexx poem render:
clear brwngrlz hoops dangle from mica’s ears. they adorn a pale pink crop-top sweater. their hair is strawberry blonde; their expression distant and longing; their head tilted to the left; their hands touch in prayer above their head. mica’s figure rests on a rose gold watercolor sunset full of fluffy clouds. mica’s belly dissolves into the sky. pink moons form halos around mica’s hands and head. soft white clouds border the top of the image, and translucent neon rays border the bottom, stretching toward mica.
a prayer traces mica’s top:
TRANS PEOPLE DESERVE, THRIVE IN, AND BIRTH THE FUTURE. WE TRANS(CEND) YOUR STRAIGHT-ASS LINEAR-ASS BORING-ASS NOTIONS OF TIME X SPACE. WE SACRED CELESTIAL CYBORG DINOSAUR MOTHERFUCKERS. WE HOLY. WE HEARTH. WE TREASURE. WE DIVINE FEMME. WE DIVINE MASC. WE ALL & NONE OF THE ABOVE AT ONCE. HOW? WE ALWAYS...
a prayer traces their collar:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
~~~
Cataclysm goddexx poem render:
an inversion of the previous scene. lava swirls and volcanic clouds replace the sky. the pink moons swell red. micah’s skin is red, their eyes turned shadow, and their shirt now ultraviolet.
a new prayer traces mica’s top:
WHEN THE SPANISH CAME, THEY SAW US AND SCREAMED “SIN”. VOLLEYED WICKED WORDS AT OUR BLESSED SHAPES SO YES, I DEMON IN THIS CATHOLIC PERCEPTION. I NIGHTMARE, I APOCALYPSE-BRINGER, AND FRANKLY, I AM READY TO VOLCANO A NEW WORLD SHOULD THIS ONE CONTINUE BREATHING OFF OUR EXTINCTION. GET READY, GET READY, GET READY. . . . THEY’RE GONNA— !!!
the collar prayer remains:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
~~~
Prayer Circle
poem render:
the first collage duplicates, with the corners’ neon rays and white clouds now disappeared. the moons are gone too, replaced with a single gray halo around mica’s head. surrounding mica’s figure are small golden statuettes of them in the same pose—33 in total. No prayer traces around their top, the collar prayer stays:
REPEAT: I AM HOLY, I AM WHOLE, I AM WORTHY, I AM WONDER
mica rose,
photographed by Meghan Cronin
Lakapati triptych, 2020
Digital Collage and Poem
poem render:
yellow sun brwngrlz earrings dangle from mica’s ears. they adorn in white: barong tagalog, faux fur, pants, and chunky sneakers. her skin is light and warm with hair like autumn. they pose in the middle of an empty street in so-called Allston, MA. the background appears in greyscale as a ghostly Santo Niño haunts their entire figure.
~~~
poem render:
the previous image repeats under intense shadow—the Santo Niño’s silhouette is vaguely present, with its center illuminated by the shape of mica’s body. pale pink neon text and crucifixes surround the figures, some letters and words more dim than others.
text:
I BREATHE ON THE STREET AND TRAFFIC HALTS † THE MOUTHS GAPE † INTO THEIR EYES † WIDENING AN EYELASHED HORROR UNTIL † A SORT OF GRIN † AS IF THE BUS STOP AFTER DISGUST † ISN’T LUST † HOW MY EYES SMILE TOO? † HOW I HUNGER SOMETIMES TOO † MAYBE THE BEST WAY TO SAVOR † A MEAL † IS TO CAPTURE WHAT ONE WANTS BETWEEN TEETH † THEN MOUNT IT † ON A WALL † LIKE TAXIDERMY OF FINE ANIMALS † HUNTED FOR MORE THAN BEAUTY † FOR CONQUERING’S SAKE † I’LL SIT HERE † GATHERING DUST AND YOUR SALIVA † UNTIL YOUR CAVITIES † DROOL INTO FLOODS † RUSHING TO ARK AND CRUCIFIX ME † AGAINST A STRANGER BEDFRAME † I’LL SAY I LET THE OIL INTO MY LUNGS † AS IF YOUR HUNTING † OF ME † WERE ALWAYS MY CHOICE.
~~~
poem render:
a duplicate of the original collage, but now the Santo Niño appears in color, fully possessing mica’s form. the statues red and gold cape envelopes mica: their head blending into the crowned doll head, their body fading into the grey scene.
photographed by Meghan Cronin
Lakapati triptych, 2020
Digital Collage and Poem
poem render:
yellow sun brwngrlz earrings dangle from mica’s ears. they adorn in white: barong tagalog, faux fur, pants, and chunky sneakers. her skin is light and warm with hair like autumn. they pose in the middle of an empty street in so-called Allston, MA. the background appears in greyscale as a ghostly Santo Niño haunts their entire figure.
~~~
poem render:
the previous image repeats under intense shadow—the Santo Niño’s silhouette is vaguely present, with its center illuminated by the shape of mica’s body. pale pink neon text and crucifixes surround the figures, some letters and words more dim than others.
text:
I BREATHE ON THE STREET AND TRAFFIC HALTS † THE MOUTHS GAPE † INTO THEIR EYES † WIDENING AN EYELASHED HORROR UNTIL † A SORT OF GRIN † AS IF THE BUS STOP AFTER DISGUST † ISN’T LUST † HOW MY EYES SMILE TOO? † HOW I HUNGER SOMETIMES TOO † MAYBE THE BEST WAY TO SAVOR † A MEAL † IS TO CAPTURE WHAT ONE WANTS BETWEEN TEETH † THEN MOUNT IT † ON A WALL † LIKE TAXIDERMY OF FINE ANIMALS † HUNTED FOR MORE THAN BEAUTY † FOR CONQUERING’S SAKE † I’LL SIT HERE † GATHERING DUST AND YOUR SALIVA † UNTIL YOUR CAVITIES † DROOL INTO FLOODS † RUSHING TO ARK AND CRUCIFIX ME † AGAINST A STRANGER BEDFRAME † I’LL SAY I LET THE OIL INTO MY LUNGS † AS IF YOUR HUNTING † OF ME † WERE ALWAYS MY CHOICE.
~~~
poem render:
a duplicate of the original collage, but now the Santo Niño appears in color, fully possessing mica’s form. the statues red and gold cape envelopes mica: their head blending into the crowned doll head, their body fading into the grey scene.