I am the RABID Chemist.
A survivor marked by infection, rupture, and rebirth — HIV since 1986, stroke since 1997 — I became a contagion instead of a casualty. My work is mutation in motion: glitch, lust, memory, and ritual coded into digital artifacts.
The RABID Project is not a brand. It is a transmission. It reclaims sickness, queerness, and rage as sacred mutation — transforming scars into symbols, and desire into digital myth. Every piece is both archive and outbreak: proof that the virus failed, and I kept transmitting.
A survivor marked by infection, rupture, and rebirth — HIV since 1986, stroke since 1997 — I became a contagion instead of a casualty. My work is mutation in motion: glitch, lust, memory, and ritual coded into digital artifacts.
The RABID Project is not a brand. It is a transmission. It reclaims sickness, queerness, and rage as sacred mutation — transforming scars into symbols, and desire into digital myth. Every piece is both archive and outbreak: proof that the virus failed, and I kept transmitting.
