My photographs tend to emphasize the radiant creating complex intuitive metaphors by capturing a tilted perspective, which clashes with the rigidity of the bathroom itself. My aesthetics are created by turning the rough, like the aged disintegrating concrete of a graffiti or wall, into beauty using meticulous techniques like adjusting close up and focus. I captured several of dive bars that is already closed or in progress of closing or bars continue to allow that queers to meet up but is claimed by the straight people. My self-interest is to preserve the memories of what was once the vibrant energize with openness of queers that dance hard and sweat profoundly as it is liberating as queer intertwined with exuberance when it was way before the techie boom as gentrification migrants is taking over the city of bay area. It shows the character and symbolic of the queer whose venture into public bathrooms. This natural space for queers was exploited and now looks extremely different, crowded with box-shaped buildings. Sanitation can be absent except for soap and toilet paper, or the design of paper towel dispenser can be fascinating. They are all the same, but no two are the same. The bathroom is a private space that provides total freedom. Expressing that freedom my translate to drawing, doing drugs, throwing up, putting on make up, taking a shit, brushing your teeth, having sex. All the same though, several photographs shows a broken tile floor; they didn't care to fix the floor, they just left it as it is showed how free you really are is influenced by the atmosphere of the location.. I tend to be observationalist to shoot my images. Queer spaces are very personal and intimate. After living in San Francisco with rapidly disappearing queer scene gave me an intrinsic appreciation for dive bars that was once a safe space for queer’s closer-knit communities that flee out of San Francisco to East Bay or a place where it is affordable. As of right now many of the dive bars that is a venue for queers are dwindling and replaced with modernization structures or often the space is being limited to a once a month event for queer to come together and celebrate. I have lost some of the opportunity to capture the bars that shut down abruptly. I use my photography to express the peril I feel being surrounded by urban bars, where the focus is on isolated dainty spaces. We can only hope the fucking straights would thrive to be an allies by respecting and expand queer spaces in the deep inner city of San Francisco.