When I look back at my life in London I think of all the men I met and the time and energy I spent on them and wasted on fabrications. I would dissect my relationships, sentimentalising little details and obsessing over lukewarm signs of affection, when, in reality, the romance was a reverie. Consequently, by the end of each affair, I felt empty. But I didn’t want these love stories — real or imagined — to die or the experience to feel like a loss, so I hunted down the male protagonists and asked them for a portrait.
aDicktion exposes the pathos of my romantic (mis)adventures. The series was conceived as an attempt to re-trace and re-imagine my story with each of these individuals. Repossessed by its owner, the tales of love and heartbreak become a vehicle for humour, resistance, and self-expression. Subjects become the object of study and fantasy, the gaze is inverted and the plot is rewritten.