For most of S.M. Prescott’s life, (born Bossier City, Louisiana, 1993. Pronouns: They/Them) their father was the pastor of a tiny, country church in the woods. Prescott’s banners both respect and subvert the time-honored craft tradition of banner making in the American church. The works appropriate well known hymns, liturgical recitations, and pop culture references to straddle a celebration of queer and trans life as a sacred being and a rejection of the strict mandates enforced by fundamentalist Evangelicalism and cultural Christianity in the U.S.

Banners in the American church have historically been used to commemorate moments of jubilee. It is this same commitment to reveling in joy that fuels their work. Oftentimes queer and trans life is reduced to struggle and oppression. Prescott’s banners assert that while these are essential aspects of our lives it cannot be the only narrative we tell, to ourselves or each other. 

S.M. Prescott is a trans, white, queer-dyke, born and raised in the wetlands of Louisiana. Their work is reconciliation, a big fuck you, an orgasm, a salve, a prayer, a scream into the void. It is an exploration into an embodied holiness that doesn’t need martyrs to justify it’s divinity. A celebration of queerness; what is here but coming, already but not yet.