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It is human to be nostalgic for times gone by, to be drawn into violence and beauty. Somewhere in the corridors of our innards, vessels and neurons the desire to grasp for the most lovely and carnal sights manifests, calling for us to prove to ourselves that we are real.
My art is born of this instinctive compulsion for sensationalism wrapped in seemingly attractive garments. I am only satisfied when the viewer is irresistibly attracted and repulsed simultaneously to my images or aches with longing for the sweet times before one became jaded with disappointment and hardship.
My art is born of this instinctive compulsion for sensationalism wrapped in seemingly attractive garments. I am only satisfied when the viewer is irresistibly attracted and repulsed simultaneously to my images or aches with longing for the sweet times before one became jaded with disappointment and hardship.
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