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My art might be described as somewhat macabre. That is a fair assessment. But I think it's joyful, exuberant, satririal and personal. In the United States, we do not celebrate death the way we celebrate life. We have a generally serious, indignant *gasp* response to death, decay and all things witchy and morbid. I feel that sadness and seriousness is not the only appropriate reaction to dark things. It is just one emotion on a spectrum. Death and darkness can be enlightening, playful, and even humorous. I hope to bring a lighter side to the macabre artt. I want to speak to the hearts of the fellow misunderstood, who see a strange glittering lights in the darkness, and beauty among skulls and body parts.
I enjoy creating forms out of iron because of its permanence. Or rather, the illusion of permanence. The moment I am done casting a piece it begins to decay. The elements work in unison to oxidize the metal, starting the slow brutal reclamation process by the earth. The styrofoam cup you had your coffee in today will probably be around millions of years longer than these sculptures and yet somehow cups don't feel permanent. Iron feels permanent. Life feels permanent. We know some things to be intellectually false and yet they are truth in spirit somehow. There are many such absurdities all around us, all the time. My work seeks to examine the prejudices and hilarious absurdities that cloud our truths. |
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