CRIPFAG

I make the images I wish existed. For years, people praised my work but wouldn’t hire me — not because of my art, but because they didn’t think someone as severely disabled as me could “do the job.” After graduating with my BFA, I stopped photographing for almost five years, until I turned 30 and realized waiting for permission was pointless. If no one was going to give me space, I’d make my own.

That’s how CripFag was born — a series of unapologetic portraits of queer disabled desire, told from the only perspective that mattered: mine. I use my own body, my wheelchair, my lovers, and even my medical gear to turn intimacy and interdependence into erotic power. These aren’t stories for outsiders to sanitize — they’re for us, by us.

Jerry Saltz called my work “among the most unshakable new art I’ve seen in years… I can’t get his images out of my head.” Neither can anyone else. My images are raw, physical, and unapologetic — because bodies like mine belong everywhere: in bed, in public, and in the canon of queer art.