On a societal and personal level, I critique the cycle of denial and decadence through the lenses of my life-long struggle with obesity, the timeless veracity of Greek myth, and the excessively ornate Baroque and Rococo aesthetics. Decadence is a by-product of our attempt to cope with the fear of uncertainty. We build screens of over-abundance and hide behind fantasies to try and forget our seemingly cruel and unavoidable fate.  A fate, which, more often than not, is self-imposed. Throughout history, decadence has repeatedly bloomed in epic scale.  Opulent interiors and aggrandizing portraits filled the mansions of the ruling class: those whose glory days were made possible by exploiting the underclass, and inevitably came to a righteous end. Self-indulgence, however, also occurs in the much more banal scale of the everyday. Many of us escape into the comfort of a vice when overwhelmed with anxiety from facing the irrational world.  

               Crowns and candlesticks -- things made in the moments just before a crash are the subject of my work. Rather than casting judgments, I seek to actively engage with and bear witness to the tragic and beautiful nature of this cycle. My making comes from seeing the writing on the wall and not knowing what to do about it.