You don’t look sick. It is what I hear the most. So many questions constantly, as to what it must feel like. Harboring a viciousness that eats away at you slowly. What do my insides look like? What does looking sick even mean? This piece is extremely emotional for me as I forced myself to examine my own blood, fears, anxieties, and, ultimately my own mortality.
SCULPTURE + ASSEMBLAGE
6’ X 18” PAPER CLAY