women covered in paper-mache like material in dimly lit room with light shining on her face
Hatching

Created by Hunter Schafer
Photographed by Riley Buttery

“To hatch from a shell, hatch again, and emerge from another shell that follows. To understand
that I am building up generations of myself rather than digging deep for a core.
No climax. No sanctuary. No conclusion. Just tumbling.
That is the best way, at this point in my course, that I can understand gender.
Decay.” —Hunter Schafer

Scroll down to read Hunter’s entire artist’s statement.

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women on yellow background with funky yellow hat and clothing
overhead shot of women with blonde hair and yellow hat and pony tail
girl wearing white briefs covered in paper mache like
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girl on set of sheer curtain dressed in costume staring up at ceiling
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women covered in paper-mache like material in dimly lit room with light shining on her bent right arm
in a pink/orange lit room, a women kneels holding a clear wire that comes out of her belly like an umbilical cord
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hunter schafer hatching

 

As “trans” has become a term to define me, I sometimes wonder if my transition will come to a close before my life does. Some of the trans community yearns to efficiently move from point A to point B. Or B to A. It makes sense when trying to reach a clear destination, but that efficiency lacks luster when there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

I keep looking for sanctuary.

          in my body, but I don’t own it
          in the names I call myself, which never quite fit
          in my residence, which continually migrates
          in the clothes I wear, which weren’t made for me
          in the embrace from my community, which I fail to reciprocate,
          in a host that doesn’t seem to allow sanctuary.

I think that I might never find solace. She is just as crumbly as the places I look for her. A warped mirror of her upbringing, just like me.
But I believe trans people (everyone) can get closer to solace, traveling through an exponential decay of frameworks that might allow me to get glimpses and tastes of her—but always keeping a fair distance by virtue of accumulating enough new barriers along the way.
Or maybe she is me. If she is I will never know her.
Just as we’ve finished building a new framework on top of a crumbling structure, our new home becomes too familiar, and just as faulty.
To hatch from a shell, hatch again, and emerge from another shell that follows. To understand that I am building up generations of myself rather than digging deep for a core.
No climax. No sanctuary. No conclusion. Just tumbling.
That is the best way, at this point in my course of travel, that I can understand gender.
Decay. 
 

 

HUNTER SCHAFER is a multimedia artist and model based in New York City.

RILEY BUTTERY is a photographer, art student, and part-time cat owner living in Brooklyn.

 

Mikki Halpin, story producer; Lauren Teng, producer; Tommy Napoli, makeup; Juli Akaneya, hair; Alixandra Matos and Katalina Colagate, photo assistants.

Published 1-16 -18