My Body is Rarely Every My Own

A Solo Exhibit by Alletta 2026

In the exhibit “My Body is Rarely Ever My Own”, the work moves through stages and cycles of female experience. Paintings, acrylic on canvas, showcase surreal depictions of moments rooted in reality. Self representations littered throughout, leaving this body of work deeply personal. It was something my mother once shared with me, “my body is rarely ever my own” she stated. This being in relation to her chronic pain, I started to unravel this deep misalignment of ourselves to our bodies. These works are all of the ways my body is rarely ever my own. This feeling that is strangling femaleness, an absence of autonomy. Surreal aspects are used to transcend the line between the physical, the emotional, and the spiritual. Showcasing all three as a simultaneous experience.

My Body is Rarely Ever My Own, Written by Alletta 2026

My body is rarely ever my own. Aglow it lays in pain, known to my mother. A fire that burns for no witness. Bone perturbing from your side or was it a brush against the wall?

My body is rarely ever my own. You never grew up- is this burning a child? Distracted and dying. How do you move on from yourself?  How do I leave myself behind? I can’t seem to leave myself behind.

I resent the ways my body is rarely ever my own. In organic pain, or restriction, what I allow, and what never asks for my permission. My body is a traveler. It becomes what is needed. I harbor rage that I never knew I would feel. I used to feel proud I wasn’t an angry person, I now wait for my time to rupture. My body is bound and borrowed until it is buried. My body is rarely ever my own.

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