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About
I Work
7 x 10 inches
Doc Says:
Be somebody
Dive deep
Stay down long
Come up fast
Throw Up—
Die!
72 x 120 inches
Byproducts of our living and our desires are laid out matter of fact on the street in forms of bodily expulsion, used commodities, and the persistent, almost ancient, sediment of labor, yet there is no marker of exclusivity to entice us back to them. Still, to approach these residual objects (already built, in use, or left behind) identifies a perceptual threshold where you can either ignore its existence, redirecting your attention towards today’s material consumption and societal obligation (family, work, love), or acknowledge that you and the debris left behind are one in the same.
The tiled subway wall you stare at every day as you wait for the next train to arrive is just a muted, dirty wall, until one day, when your mind has nowhere else to wander beyond what is in front of you, notice how deeply murky the grime on the wall is, how it leaks from a mystery, how vast it spreads, culminating in an opaqueness of grey, black, brown, iridescent matter for god knows how long. Its muck invades into the boundaries of the bright red and white striped hazard signs, then obscuring its very symbol and function. What remains is a declaration: the subway wall does not suppress itself.
The Power of Love
6.5 x 8.5 inches