One in ten women — or 10% of the population — are affected with infertility issues. When I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome, I had never heard of it. I felt alone. I thought that a creative outlet would help me cope with my diagnosis. Little did I know that there were so many others struggling with similar experiences, people who were also grappling with the implications of infertility in a variety of ways. What began as a way of processing my own diagnosis began to transform into a much larger mission. I wanted to create a platform to increase awareness of womens’ health and to build a community for those affected by these issues. And so this series was born.
Infertility, periods, the gynecologist; all of these can be taboo subjects in certain social circles. This series demonstrates that they don't have to be. While I started this project in 2018, it has only become more and more relevant with each passing year. The discussion and education of womens’ health is necessary for our survival. I have compiled a series of accounts and imagery of people experiencing infertility
issues. I applaud their openness and willingness to share their stories and I invite you to learn from them. They inspire me to continue telling stories like these so we may be a more understanding culture — so that we may lift each other up. In order to enact change, we must first begin with awareness.
Serena (post tube removal surgery and 5 years into the project)
Yumemi
Denise
Judy (nurse practicioner)
Serena (self) pre surgery
Brooke
Vincent & Serena (father & daughter)
Denise & Serena (mother and daughter)
Nikona & Laurie (The Nini's)
Ariana (Bitty)
Cassady
Anatomy of a cricket (3x4.5 inch print) double coated
Anatomy of a cricket #2 (3x3.5 inch print) double coated
Natalie (4x6.5 inch print) double coated
post it note blood image (angle #1)
post it note blood image (angle #2)
The object hanging is the bedding I was raped on at 20. Which has recently come into my possession. The rape took place in my parents’ home.
The audio and video elements are of my mother recounting how she took the opportunity to educate me on rape/consent when I was 12.