A metaphor on self-love.
2006 - Mixed media (clay, grass, ping pong balls, earth, isolation tape & hair clippers)
The smell of wet grass was in the air and all, was green around them. They promised to be together forever. After all what could go wrong?
But then she start pulling and pushing, wanting more
Without end
The grass wasn't green anymore.
You are hurting yourself.
But you can't stop now.
And when you try to fix things.
You remain somewhat broken
Dreaming of the day that you will feel whole.