Bully Down
Pots on the Heads of Traditions That Should Be Dead Except There is Something Inside Us, Something Chemical or Branded by an Unkind Word from a Quiet Mother, That Makes Us Both Sadists and Slaves, Civil and Pitiless as a Pennyless Child To a Found Pie.
Oil on Canvas 50x34, 2008
Installation:
A door is made out of pages taken from an antique etiquette book. The smell comes from an old pot of burned meatloaf, sitting on a hotpot that is sometimes on low. The burned meatloaf can be eaten. The title card is on the ground, on a $1 plastic tableclcoth.