None of us can escape it, we only get one, and modifying it only goes so far.

Hence, decorating it in any way I see fit helps to overcome the monotony and shortcomings that I sometimes see in it. That, and making work that is designed to touch, handle, and place upon yourself seems to soothe something within me, and within others I have had the pleasure of meeting. Translating objects often relegated to the walls of a gallery into something more tangible and familiar.

There’s something psychologically comforting in decorating oneself how one sees fit, bringing a bit of the internal energy and dialogue out into the open in hopes to unify the interior and exterior halves of the self.

Art for the body, objects catered to the flesh-prison we all wake to.