Media Cycle: Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas.

So, I broke my left foot and I was just trying to get through how I felt about it. I had just moved to the mountains of Colorado, where I was outside all the time. It was a big shift. 

I couldn’t do a whole lot. Just lots of television, which felt like it was sucking the soul out of me.  And I was struck by this interconnected quality of it. 

It’s hard to tell which direction it goes, and there’s a slightly phallic thing like “is the tv fucking me or is the mouth cannon destroying the television? Is the brain eating people or is it sucking away their detail?