approx. 5 x 13’, hand-stitched cotton and found textiles, 2006
‘When gourmandism turns into gluttony, voracity, or perversion, it loses its name, its attributes, and all of its meaning, and becomes fit subject for the moralist….’
---Jean-Antheleme Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology of Taste (1825)
I grew up a tomboy. Upon adolescence, I approached my newfound femininity and sexuality with this sporty gusto. Relationships, hairdos, food, sex—everything was a game, a contest, something to push on. This piece was created to evoke the overwhelmingly sweet smell of icing at a party or perhaps a flower shop on a hot day. Everything seems all right at first, upon closer inspection, my girls act out the consequences of overindulgence.