Steel and stainless steel basin, water, stinging nettles, acrylic, silicone, laser-etched foam
48 x 24 x 30"
A narcissistic fountain of death that could maybe quench the thirst of a city horse if it is desperate, as long as it has a strong gut. When you feed her grains her body rejects it; the beautiful mare is injured from the race. As she begins to gallop, the rust seeps into your pores and purifies them with its acidic dye. A Sunday afternoon is spent pulling out new white hairs, dying a mustache back to blonde. I am one of a kind, I am told.
You live in a city where the employees of a chemical company work in the midsts of delicate sculptures that represent The Four Sons of Aymon and their magical horse, Bayard. Drift glass was once a piece of trash but now invites you into the illusion that it is a part of the natural world.