⚠️CAUTION⚠️ when entering the beehive.
An old sketch I did using the body of a model from a previous shoot, acrylic paint, gauche, pen and card stock.
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
A stop motion introducing my blog.
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The Love Below
Dollhouse Series 2014
A series of emotions through the miniature object.
Pad, Tampon, Trash 2014
I wanted to explore the relationship between the natural process of menstruation with the not-so natural products that are used to aid it. This relationship also calls attention to the multimillion dollar industries that provide these products. If you need it you’ll spend the money on it right? Reality is, feminine products are entirely too expensive.
Large format prints installed in public restrooms.