Work
This work was made as part of (US), a group exhibition with PSU's Artist of Color Collective, at Littman Gallery, in Portland, OR
Painted on the gallery's wall with India Ink
Text reads:
-What do you think happens when we die??
-I dunno. I guess at first our organs shrivel up, and our bodies rot, after all our blood dries up. Our hair and nails fall right off, we are stripped down to the bare essentials that make (US) who we are; we leave our lives as naked and hairless as we came into them. Next, every lie you've ever told is replayed in vivid detail. Your body enters rigor mortis after 48 hours. You are spared a second death. Your heart turns to the bluest of blues and shrinks to the size of a quarter. Your spit turns to ash. You shit yourself. Whatever Gods you worship appear in front of you, and you have lunch, and discuss every bit of your life, from the moment you were born to right now.
You get re-baptized in a pool filled with every tear you've ever cried…
And then you sleep…