Beauty, plucked out, stolen away, preserved, all in efforts to immortalize its grace, but life and its beauty is bound to its ephemeral state. When captured, life’s destroyed, slaughtered by the artist.
Life is ever evolving, ever changing, death is stagnant, permanent. By destroying life’s temporal properties, properties of death are bestowed. Art, therefore, cannot celebrate life, only death. Art gives decadence to destruction, a celebration of death and power.
My work contrasts more obvious symbols of death emphasizing that each work, however far from the traditional imagery of death, is still a celebration of it. It celebrates the death of beauty, or the beauty of death, the life once seen.