Flesh Wings Down
A study of Incompetent Guardian Angels Who Drink Too Much in the Morning, Sit Unsteady On Our Shoulder That They Couldn’t Fly Onto, Had To Awkwardly Climb, And Shrug When Satan Whispers We Should Do What We Want, Love Who We Want, Be Who We Want, Fuck Who We Want
Oil On Canvas 30x30
Installation Description:
Entrance is made from chicken wings in resin, tied together to make a sort of bead entrance. The food is chicken wings shared with strangers. You can smear the painting with chicken fat if you like. The title is printed on a broken skateboard.