| 09.03.2022 | 22×28″ | acrylic on stretched canvas |

I created this piece to question the value we place on our bodies and to challenge the notion and ideal of the desirability of a body. This piece reflects on the passage of time and perception of body and worth. 

The cake represents the ideal of the body: a temping offering. It is extended out on display, willing to sell the image of itself in all its desirability and deliciousness. 

Glowing in fleeting light through the window of time, the cake is simultaneously dissolving into a muddled puddle. The cake is only desirable when it’s all made up under a carefully crafted frosting facade. The cake as a blended puddle is no longer desirable. The puddle grows and swirls in a hot seeping mess and time passes.

A poem reflecting on the passing of time:

Time Passes. It’s slow and slippery. The thought of it always slightly too warm to be comfortable. Slowly. Rythmically. Dripping. Adding to the pile of the past. The sticky hot dripping pouring pile of the past. Every discarded part, every shining moment, every dark secret prayed to never see the light, all together swirling in a puddle. Always to be looked back on. Always reliable. Always poured into and always the exact same volume of space.

With every time that passes, there is a next time to look ahead to. Boundless peaks of gleaming potential.