Conceptual Work

Existential Snacks:
Food for Thought

New York City
2026

We are living through a volatile time, and I cannot look away. I cannot avoid it. I will not.

Making this art is my moral imperative. I choose it every day — and every day I surrender to it. The choosing and the submitting are the same act. This small life must be used for something. To move the needle. To help, in whatever way I can, with whatever I have.

What I can do — what I claim as both right and responsibility — is to act. To make something from the excruciating experience of being human right now. The fury. The silence. The presence that beauty demands of us, and the refuge it briefly offers, before sending us back out to face what we would rather not see.

Material is the art. The substance chosen is never aesthetic — it is argument. Baby blankets hand-constructed from virgin wool and in-vitro fertilization syringes speak to the pains and politics of infertility, the longing of the body, and who gets to decide. A portrait of Donald Trump sculpted entirely from Cheetos — Cheeto in Chief — needs no caption. Snack foods pressed into the service of what was once substantive, nourishing journalism: now negative nutritional value, feeding human minds what confirms rather than challenges them. And light itself — bent, sculpted, made into fine art through virtual reality — because even the immaterial can be a material, when the idea demands it.

Existential Snacks: Food for Thought is where I go when feeling is not enough and thinking is a moral imperative. We are living through an epidemic of chosen ignorance. People curate their reality, consume what confirms them, and call it freedom. I call it starvation. The work asks you to eat something difficult.

Presence without accountability is escape. Accountability without presence is violence without a body. I am interested in what happens when a person agrees to be fully here — awake to beauty and awake to consequence, in the same moment, without the comfort of choosing one over the other.

Can we be courageous in a fragile world? I believe we have no choice. Fragility is not an argument for smallness. It is an argument for honesty — about what we see, what we refuse to see, and what we are willing to make from both.

That is what I am making.