Acrylic Photographic Image Transfer, Found Objects, Acrylic, Epoxy
73" x 49"
"In the bathroom of their suite at the Avalon Hotel in Beverly Hills, she stares at herself in the mirror. How did she end up here? What the fuck did the world want from her??!?!!? She was raised better than this. Don't think, just do. Fall in line. Behave in this manner. Act this way, and you will be rewarded. Just get through it... and take it with you to the grave."
Behind closed doors, hidden in the darkest recesses of our minds, we attempt to bury the things by which we judge ourselves most severely. They become the bars of incarceration that hold our tongues and separate us from each other. Feigning our own perfection, we project our insecurities onto those around us. But if you look closely, you will find that we are all contained in the shards of broken mirror.