I delight in the quirkiness of humanity, the sheer ridiculousness of what it means to be a person. We grow, we shrink. We are brilliant creators, we are tyrannical destroyers. Being a human is a loaded paradox in and of itself, and we can stare into the inverted twists of our belly buttons and think on this for hours. My paintings and drawings are an attempt for me to understand what it means to be physically human, using raw meat placed in a clinical, simple environment as a metaphor for consideration. Indeed, we are often forced to confront our own viscera and mortality in similar places when we go to a hospital. When we’re laying belly-up on a steel operating table or getting stitches underneath the fluorescent lighting of an emergency room, the environment is pristine and the atmosphere is sanitized while we are oozing part of ourselves.
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