through the wire

Being an artist never was my intention. I grew up in a household that was very much focused on science and mathematics. Growing up I only understood meaning in numbers and words. I valued myself according to what my parents valued in life.

Then I had my first car accident and my life was turned upside down. My life as I had known it up until now was completely changed. Through the wire I saw a different world, a world that held beauty not only in science but in change. My face changed.

And so I laid in hospital for days on end, staring outside of the window, I people watched , listened to birds chirping and I became an observer who saw creativity and beauty in the simplest of things.

My life, you could say transformed. From this day onward I changed my name from Michelle to Mia, I colored my hair a bright red and I started wearing clothes that old me would have shyed away from. I saw things differently now, my life had become an experiment where I was to succeed in being the most creative I could be at every time of day.

You could almost say that this is where my career as an artist truly began, my perception of myself had shifted to that of a creative human. Someone who wanted and yes, needed to create.
Art to me was and is connected to my body. I see art as something personal that is a direct expression and portal to my soul.

The car incident made me obsess over the altriification of the human body. I started obsessing over prosthetics and face masks as they reminded me of the fatal day my life was to change forever. I don’t miss my old self, but sometimes I wonder how I was reborn on this day and how I changed in my core, how did I become an entirely new person with new dreams ? This to me was as abstract of a feeling as was the new lense I saw the world through now.
Another impressionable rule in my life is that I was born into a household that has as rich of a cultural background and as big of a family unlike anyone I have every met.
Being the daughter of immigrants I was constantly questioning my hometown, I felt like a diaspora, a constant traveller searching for my true home. My art evolved into this pool of mediums that would all be connected to raw materials, the human body and planet earth. Something about commodities in their purest form inspired me. I Feld like a commodity myself not knowing where I belonged and what place I could call home. Having too many homes sometimes confused me, where was I truly at peace ? This question has come to lead me down a very peculiar and quite bumpy path, a path I enjoy but sometimes a road that leads to more questions that remain unanswered. This feeling of feeling stateless shaped me in the sense that I am a very cultured individual but on the other Hand my heart does not know where and what it can call home. This feeling created a deep sense of longing and I used that and put it into my art, I poured my heart into it. Hoping someday this would give me the answers I was so desperately looking for.
Fashion and my love for creating anything aesthetically pleasing had the largest impact on me as a creative human. Alexander my queen and his iconic show “ Savage Beauty” was an enlightening moment and breakthrough in my career as an artist. I instantly saw future in my craft. Mc queen made it all possible, I could be an artist and a designer at the same time. Actually they are so deeply intertwined and this is what McQueen taught me. A European designer who was interested in the dark and raw form of the human kind, was speaking to my soul. I could identify with his vision and more importantly I could find myself in his work.