My art responds to the slick and saturated media of the world we live in. They are reflections of myself, contradictory and impulsive. Carrying references to food, sex, and toxic sludge in their bright organic formations of foam, they are exacerbations of material excess and imperial gluttony. Pure carnival joy harmonizes unselfconsciously with commodity culture. Their chaotic exuberance demands attention with vigor equal to that of our marketed landscape.
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