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hand of glory
8×7×6
coffee mug destroyed in use, held together with packing tape, skeletal hand made of screws twined together overlaid with hot glue, the entire assembly painted gold
Art work for me is an addiction. Like any other addiction, I feel the need to fix, and without conscious action, creation happens. The piece is done, I feel complete. I wish I could describe some form of unified message, that my artwork was indicative of a desire of some great plan. Unfortunately, my artwork is only the primal stripping away of my persona, laying bare inner thoughts that I can never even fathom.
