JNK Enzo, they/them

Interdisciplinary Artist

2025

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My art boldly challenges escapism, delving into the raw fabric of reality. It pulsates with critical inquiry, unsettling norms, and shattering binaries. Through film, theater, or any medium, I weave a tapestry of complexities, blurring lines and defying conventions. Sustainability and collaboration infuse my work, driven by a commitment to resistance and a vision for a just future. From the depths of Blackness to the melodies of melancholy, my art resonates with queer, black, disabled, and sustainable perspectives. It is a relentless exploration, a rhythmic heartbeat, echoing the urgent call for change.

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I’m a non-binary, anti-disciplinary artist that works in the mediums of performance, film, video, painting, photography, literature, digital technologies, and new media arts.

I’ve been seen recently acting as:

Mr. Wypipo in IN THE VALLEY OF COMING FORTH

Nina in SUNSET BABY

Henrietta Iscariot in THE LAST DAYS OF JUDAS ISCARIOT

Glinda in THE WIZ

Recently directing:

WORDS OF THE PROPHETS at The Cell Theater;

THE REST OF US at HB Studio

My international works are on flesh-for-capital, sustainability, and disability in PH-@-L3$H (flesh), which was shown at Artes Mota Galiza, & Galleria Geraldes da Silva in Porto, Portugal,

& what t**y won’t do is…aka mygreenhome which was shown at Art Bazaar at Pragovka Gallery in Prague, Czech Republic,

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MFA IN PIMA

BA IN THEATER

BA IN FILM PRODUCTION

AS IN THEATER

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Performance at artes mota galeriza

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Galeria geralda da silva

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feedbackloop

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the green lady - by jnk enzo

The blaze wrenched over the wicked winds as a priggish pout pranced through Stacey's perfect midnight glow. She was neither content nor displeased, but she knew she could bet on one thing from this moment forward. Safety. Hegemonic destruction had played to her advantage as the flames from the pyre reformed her companions' peaked figure and lofty frame. Nina and Stacey had been more than friends, more than sisters or siblings alike, but the last of their kind. Inseparable. African, West African. The Nok people, Nigerian. Northerners to be exact. They were said to have been long gone but the girls alone knew the truth. Together they shared a bond that was wide, stretching long across the ocean that they both sailed through, treacherous and tried, to get to the place that they were now. The long nights, starvation, prayers, sacrifices, and all for the apex to succumb to a bonfire of deceit. The fraudulent flame mocked her with every whip, combusting her essence into inexistence. Her screams grew louder. Harder to be ignored now, even by the most trained of ears, all heard and all knew. Her vessel struggled against the ropes that held it back, pinned down, beaten, bludgeoned and some parts even eaten. She would never be whole again. Even the blood was hard to see now. Just black skin burning blacker off of the sculpted bone underneath. Some of the children were heard crying but there was no one around to null their pain, only explaining the necessity of the purge. "Eyes open and watch very closely... you are going to want to remember this, children". She almost got goosebumps. Stacey glanced out the furthest corner of her eye at Willy, her Willy. Pastor William Wallace was towering with additional elevation, higher than she had ever seen him before, and this is a man who is never low. He was perky. Erect almost. Firm and rigid in his stance with both hands on his hips, he watched the perfect skin of the 24 year old woman decimate into thin air, blown away with the crisp breeze of the springtime that they all enjoyed so much. He was joyous, a conqueror and a proud "man of god". His sacrificial lamb assumed his spurious hall to ascension with every painful belt. Pity. Disbelief. The red flames flash into an uncanny green spark, consuming the rest of Nina's burning body. Her screams have stopped, though they are still being heard in the distance.

Gone in flesh, nay in spirit.

Excerpt from The Green Lady by JNK Enzo

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www.jnkenzo.com