Life is full of nausea, blood, urine, bowel movements, orgasms, mucus, and all things deemed vile. As we are born into this world our mother defecates in our honor. Our craniums are full of vulnerable fontanels or “soft spots”. Our scalp is bruised and swollen. Our unused digestive tracts are filled with a greenish-black sticky material called meconium. A newborn’s skin is dusky blue in color with enlarged and reddened genitals. In some cases females (and even males) discharge milk from their nipples (which is referred to as witch’s milk).

We are blood streaked and stained, a blithering sack of all things abject.

My work is a depiction of the mess that is us. At times it is the exterior view. Our outward appearance can easily be manipulated from the ideal to create disgust, confusion, and eroticism. Other times I portray the interior. I imagine the entrails warping and wringing in angst and the entrance and exit of fluids from raw orifices.