“I am surrogate of service;
there is something growing inside that is not my seed.
I am their factory reproducing what they want, never not fulfilling a need.
They will collect the crops of cotton byproducts and drain our necks from dust to dawn.
They peck, obsess and harvest our rest to raise their spawn.
Umbilicals wrapped around our necks before we’re even born,
ovarian eggs in white nests crack from shells with horns.
The glow of Black lights gleam and still we are not seen —
I am their factory reproducing what they want, never not fulfilling a need.
They will collect the crops of cotton byproducts and drain our necks from dust to dawn.
They peck, obsess and harvest our rest to raise their spawn.
Umbilicals wrapped around our necks before we’re even born,
ovarian eggs in white nests crack from shells with horns.
The glow of Black lights gleam and still we are not seen —
Human, what does that mean?
Every evolution is a stage to something greater,
splicing and prodding to birth beasts made to cater.”
Acrylics, silk paint, polymer clay, resin 37 x 60in
PREVIEW of CHARACTER from the debut fine art collection
