Geryon’s Sacrifice
2024
silver gelatin prints on paper from 1980’s
Life-casted plaster sculptures finished with a silver nitrate “skin,” if one squints in the metaphysical sense, become the shells of ourselves that are shed through moments of bigness, transition, + grief. I’m trying to make worlds of hybrid creatures that don’t fully exist in the natural or supernatural worlds: possessed bodies that are affected heavily by the madness of the grotto and inhabited by some kind of magic that only exists between worlds. The hints of the underworld and of our unconscious that seep into the domestic realm show that the body, the spirit, our memory, and identity are not fixed. Myth is important.
My Russian culture believes that the entrance to the underworld is deep in the forest, behind Baba Yaga’s hut. All we have to do is get to the place and then let our bodies contort.