Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Here is my first project in pieces before its in-class installation. Its blank face is meant both to be metaphorical for how a patient is viewed by a surgeon and how I personally felt; like nothing. The surrounding instruments were carefully placed in a silver platter to accentuate their grandeur as the surgeon's hand, bathed in deified light, hangs above. This hand, eager to cut, hides sinister motivations though, as it is guided from an unknown master of torment whose calling card seems to always be a carefully arranged line of rusted razors.