My new sculptures include depictions of things like ceramic fruit décor and faceless worms; also piranha bones, floral borders menaced by old flames, hotdogs on golden buns next to triangles of ketchup; as well as moth sacs, marshmallows, and avalanches (for good measure).
They are made of porcelain, wood, apoxie sculpt, and enamel paint. The palette is generally candy and gold, colors that attract some and repulse others but mainly discourage any association with deep-fried insects.
The sculptures are slight, vulnerable, and smooth; they fit on mantlepieces or windowsills or the space on bookshelves in front of books you don’t take down much. They are meant to coerce tenderness and be light enough for anyone to smash against the wall.
The titles can sound grandiose, but that’s ok. They help me get at an interior discomfort in the work and are more than just frosting.
