The artist doesn’t see a divide between digital and traditional—just an overdue but inevitable expansion of what counts as art and who shapes the narrative around it.
Her works are made on repurposed textiles: bed sheets and tablecloths, often passed down through generations. "They all already hold stories, carry memories and revive the legacy of other women for me," the artist told Observer.
The artist’s sentient autonomous cars are endowed with intelligence but stripped of agency, drifting through a ruined society in the throes of burnout, anxiety and existential dislocation.