SE MIG SE MIG SE MIG, mixed media painting (oil paint, sequins, posca, satin). noah falke. 60cmx80cm. 2026. varnished.
this piece is very very personal to me. i made SE MIG SE MIG SE MIG as an investigation of my own relationship with my body, sex, love and relationships. i’ve always felt misunderstood and dealt a lot with rejection sensitivity dysphoria. because of this, i’ve over-explained myself, clung onto people so tightly i almost suffocated the friendship/relationship and i’ve based my worth on how good i was in bed. i’ve been obsessively searching for “true love” and went into relationships to prove to myself that i was lovable, that my body wasn’t this weird shell of a broken person i saw myself as. i think these tendencies come from a lonely childhood, being trans, autism and having relational trauma. my vision of myself has always been somewhat broken into pieces, weirdly distorted. there have been a lot of things which have been hard to piece together. basically, my inner world has been a big kaleidoscope of feelings, memories, gaping holes left by trauma, but also glimmers of hope.
luckily, the kindness of these friends and lovers i’ve met has helped me to finally believe in my own worth. i’ve seen a psychologist who helped me develop my communication skills, accept my limits and my past, as well as highlighting my strengths.
i will probably always be a hopeless romantic and long to be fully seen, but the older I get, the more i value my worth upon other things than the people around me.
the painting is available for shipping and for pickup. if you want to pick it up yourself, please message me.
SE MIG SE MIG SE MIG, mixed media painting (oil paint, sequins, posca, satin). noah falke. 60cmx80cm. 2026. varnished.
this piece is very very personal to me. i made SE MIG SE MIG SE MIG as an investigation of my own relationship with my body, sex, love and relationships. i’ve always felt misunderstood and dealt a lot with rejection sensitivity dysphoria. because of this, i’ve over-explained myself, clung onto people so tightly i almost suffocated the friendship/relationship and i’ve based my worth on how good i was in bed. i’ve been obsessively searching for “true love” and went into relationships to prove to myself that i was lovable, that my body wasn’t this weird shell of a broken person i saw myself as. i think these tendencies come from a lonely childhood, being trans, autism and having relational trauma. my vision of myself has always been somewhat broken into pieces, weirdly distorted. there have been a lot of things which have been hard to piece together. basically, my inner world has been a big kaleidoscope of feelings, memories, gaping holes left by trauma, but also glimmers of hope.
luckily, the kindness of these friends and lovers i’ve met has helped me to finally believe in my own worth. i’ve seen a psychologist who helped me develop my communication skills, accept my limits and my past, as well as highlighting my strengths.
i will probably always be a hopeless romantic and long to be fully seen, but the older I get, the more i value my worth upon other things than the people around me.
the painting is available for shipping and for pickup. if you want to pick it up yourself, please message me.
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