Men who "put food on the table" are so often spoken of with respect, as providers for their families. But what about the labor of those who literally produce food with their bodies?
 

In a capitalist society driven by self-optimization, I have so often experienced my female biology as a hindering factor — something I am expected to manage around the demands of productivity.
 

Putting Food on the Table was developed during a 28-day residency at Looiersgracht 60 in Amsterdam. In Part One, I recorded myself pumping breast milk each day — for the first time since becoming a mother, I was working full-time. The 28 recordings accumulate into a seven-days-by-four-weeks grid that plays simultaneously.
 

In Part Two, the milk I produced is visibly stored in a glass-door freezer and showcased as art. A radical gesture: putting the milk I produce — and by proxy the unpaid work of many other mothers — on a pedestal.