How You Should Treat My Corpse
2021, 33.5” x 98.5”
a picture of my retina, my nails, hair, blood. custom speaker with lighting, salt and minerals, copper, PLA, wood, satin, etc.
I make things that live between painterly and sculptural expressions. Things start to erase their boundaries and begin to fuse, fading limits and merging opposites. I can no longer tell if they are selfless self-portraits or portraits of selflessness. They are boundary creatures that roam the borderland of all that is both conventional and futuristic. Tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and serenity, come out altogether from the chimney and scattered in the sky like hair, eventually neutralized and lost.