An ephemeral, living sculpture.

This is a work of gradients, contradictions, dualities. Representational/abstract. Inorganic/organic. Dead/living. Static/shifting. Decay/growth. Foul/revered. Artificial/Real. It is at once visceral experience, overcoming the viewer with the intensity of smell and the maximal nature of the textures and colors, and a cerebral one- Where do dualities become cyclical? What does it mean for decaying matter to feed new life? What is our relationship with our sustenance? How do our bodies and likenesses resist the environment and how do they become permeable to them?

This piece also took on a life of its own. It was installed outside the gallery for the opening reception. That evening, it snowed. Before the piece could be moved indoors, it was plowed away with a mountain of snow. I resigned to never seeing it again and kept my fingers crossed I wouldn’t receive a bill for damages from a plowing company. The following spring, while walking in the woods behind the gallery, I saw a small mound of white, rising from dead leaves. The sculpture had literally been swallowed by the earth. It continues as a site of growth and decay subject to natural cycles and consumption.