Swine was a show about appetites, and I wanted it to be red like sore eyes. The show was enveloped in a red glow from a neon sign that flickered, “She would kill for it,” while red wax petals were strewn around the work, Butcher’s Blossoms. I was an avowed vegetarian at this time, and somehow I wanted the slaughtered pig to look pretty to bits, in pink.
Butcher’s Blossoms, painting detail. oil on canvas, 4×6 feet.
Butcher’s Blossoms, detail of apron in wax
(above) Butcher’s Blossoms, detail of pig’s foot in cold-cast marble.
Untitled (Casket), upholstered refrigerator.
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