acrylic, drywall, nails
48 x 96 x 1 inches
I paint figures with little or no senses about them- no eyes, ears, noses, mouths. This is a constant and for good reason. We tend to not use them. In Disconnected, the people are running to and from ambiguous places without sensing where they are going and where they have come from. Never taking notice or those around them and isolated in their action. Before I turned on to real living in the small town of Jacksonville, Fl and learned to build a beautiful sense of community and true friendships, I was one of these figures with the laundry list of non essential materials wants and superficial relationships based on convenience of getting ahead. It comes down to trust. Trusting yourself enough to believe life can be better than living in a commercial.