or Topographical representation of plastics as a function of human connection in the global marketplace.
Made from plastic foam balls, synthetic hair, recycled brush fibres, garbage, clay, plaster, concrete, beeswax, dirt, oil, acrylic, aerosol, damar, uv archival spray on stretched canvas.
I made this piece--first displayed with The London Paint Club--as the very first in a years-long obsession with plastic foam balls. Despite the ubiquity and innanity of polystyrene, there is something undeniably lovable to me about these small bits of plastic. Effervescent, fun, joyful, candy-like and completely pointless, they are to me the epitome of plastic culture. They are appetizing, they are delightful, and they are completely poisonous. They connect each of us. From cradle to coffin, to be a modern human means to be saturated (and sadly filled with) plastics from macro to micro. Plastics become a kind of flesh, covering the world and connecting us. But what kind of flesh? The piece that helped coin 'my aesthetic'.
48" x 60"
Available - 7500$