The Abuser and Victim Cycle

I take my own inspiration from growing up abused by an alcoholic, a bottomless pit of sarcasm and self-loathing informed to some extent by what played out as the Vietnam war. This enables me to connect more intimately to certain points of history beyond my own experience.

Emaciation, atrophy and entropy have always been an odd fixation of mine, and in the last few years of my father’s life he had the physique of a plantation slave. This is not so much a portrayal of him and me as much as it is an illustration of a virus that plays itself out in a virtual deterministic way until the individual develops some capacity to recognize their own reflection and affair with the object of their hatred.