On January 6th 2017 I lost one of my friends to an opioid addiction. On the same day Tilikum the killer whale passed away at age 35. It was extremely depressing. The thought of them being together, and helping each other navigate heaven was calming. I started making casts of my hands praying as gestures of grief that ended up feeling inadequate. I started eating so many oranges. I don't know why. I rushed into making renderings of oranges, oranges exploding, and took photos of my plaster-casted hands. I layered these images over text messages that I now cherish. The whole thing felt inadequate. At the time I thought it was because my work was inadequate. But it was actually because death is so profound and grief cannot be encapsulated.
"SEAWORLD,afterlife" is the first segment of a collection of variety show videos. The hostess is unknowingly caught in a memorial ritual on my behalf.
Plaster mold cast, found objects, latex paint