I have loved this artist's work for near a decade and something I find so funny is the disconnect between Yatora and the artist's impact because he doesn't seem to know about the AIDs crisis in 1980s America. These pieces always SLAP for me because it's also about the brutal, screaming, wild indignity of watching the man you love, your friends, and often yourself die slow because your government, your peers have decided that you are not worth having in society. Who knows their partner's weight? The lover who watches them disappear in a matter of months. This pain that Felix so beautifully renders with the monotonous everyday objects of a lived life is both a personal grief and a SHARED, COMMUNAL tragedy that is honestly still felt by younger queer Americans today. When they let this generation of queer ppl die, they let our history die with it. Anything that wasn't written down or recorded vanished. It's easier to act like trans people and other queers are a new aberration if you keep burning the records.
I have loved this artist's work for near a decade and something I find so funny is the disconnect between Yatora and the artist's impact because he doesn't seem to know about the AIDs crisis in 1980s America. These pieces always SLAP for me because it's also about the brutal, screaming, wild indignity of watching the man you love, your friends, and often yourself die slow because your government, your peers have decided that you are not worth having in society. Who knows their partner's weight? The lover who watches them disappear in a matter of months.
This pain that Felix so beautifully renders with the monotonous everyday objects of a lived life is both a personal grief and a SHARED, COMMUNAL tragedy that is honestly still felt by younger queer Americans today. When they let this generation of queer ppl die, they let our history die with it. Anything that wasn't written down or recorded vanished. It's easier to act like trans people and other queers are a new aberration if you keep burning the records.