Clot

When our bodies betray us. When they nash teeth where you thought only softness should be. This sculpture is my comment on my own anatomy. The complexity of which I am continually amazed & horrified by. God's creation marred by hopes set in despairing directions.

Anatomy. Fingerprinted. Loudmouthed. Beauty.

                                                                                                                                   Clot   4.25"x11.25"