Carrion (2020 - 2021)

In 2019 his symptoms took a dramatic turn for the worse. He began blistering and bleeding from his shins, and the accompanying nerve damage led to falls. Every week it got worse, and in the summer of the following year he was both told he was going to lose his right leg and diagnosed with untreatable cancer. Painting, in its traditionally reflective move, kept failing me. Too slow, too weak. The work was made, exhibited (Snuggles), stored. After he passed the necessary action was finally beaten into it with brute force -- gunshots, axes, and urine. Each piece was installed into spaces he often inhabited, but could no longer. It was all then installed into the landfill.

Carrion is an unfortunate final memory. Not an act of bravery, not a lesson learned, but  lonely midnight terror.

Left to right by location: pump room, garden, pump room, pet graveyard, fire barrel, easement pear tree.