I feel most of our emotions are locked into a
existential cocoon. My sculptures show the human
race as a singular individual searching for connection
but finding only alienation.
My recent work has become a symbol of struggle --
From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession, an I.Q. I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?
Would we still be able to exist if we are authentically "un-contained"?
I attempt to expand my sculptures beyond the human flesh of the figure and create the brilliance within us. Simultaneously, I cannot help but to see a dangerous dichotomy between falling apart and expanding beyond our limitations. When devastation becomes deliverance, ashes from the past can become the foundations of the future.