Table of Contents | 26 July 2004
The wind blew around me, above me, over my ears, and down my neck, and in and out of the spaces between my toes. I felt warmth under my feet and knew it was truly the very breath of the devil. Leaves hovered in the sky like hummingbirds. I heard an echo in the canyon and imagined that the canyon was Chavez Ravine, the Dodgers' new stadium.
The Jell-O show features between 20-30 ephemeral works of art made from gelatin and mixed media that can be beautiful, silly, thought provoking, or runny. . . .
I would say I belong to the tradition of satire. The majority of my work uses exaggeration and irony alongside tropes of the fantastic.
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