Have you ever casually sniffed your own armpits to make sure you don’t stink? Or kissed your cat in the bald spot between her ear and her eye where her skin is very thin, and you can feel her skull? Well, I have and I’m sure you have too. In these intimate moments, we are just skin stretched over a skeleton mostly filled with water; we are blood, we are hair, we are human.

Our daily routines seem banal in relation to the narrative of our lives, but if we look past the narrative and its many plot points, past the thesis and into the details, we can find something extraordinary—something that exists both inside and outside the everyday. This is the realm where I choose to create my artwork: the realm of the absurd, where our habits are exposed and neuroses are elevated.