What instills fear in us, what disgusts us, what makes us want to avert our eyes; this is precisely what I wanted to confront with this piece. Death and decay naturally gives way to new life, and yet the process of decaying is gruesome, not something most want to confront. We paint the faces of our dead and bury them in their finest clothes and fill them with embalming fluid so that we may slow this process. By adorning this deteriorating carcass with elements of a whimsical and fantastic world, I invite viewers to envelop themselves in this wonderful little fantasy, while simultaneously inviting them to brush up against death itself. The deer decomposes curled in an almost fetal position as the moss curls around its body, feeding off of its flesh. The world growing within its abdomen is its rebirth.
