Brain Scan Identity is never static. For some, it is shaped by the slow accumulation of experiences and cultural expectations. For others, it shifts abruptly—disrupted by circumstances that unravel what once felt fixed. For me, a traumatic brain injury marked such a rupture. In its wake, I experienced what could only be described as an “ego death.” My sense of self—particularly around race and gender—fell away, leaving behind a strange mixture of disorientation, ease, and fre

"With Teethe" Zine Cover As a newly disabled artist navigating Berlin’s art landscape, I find myself in a transformative stage of my...