“I have nothing to declare except my genius,” said Oscar Wilde to the customs agent.


The
affective shield of the title’s camp pomposity romanticizes material lack while
asserting what Wilde claimed as his natural intellectual primacy. That the
anecdote that contextualizes this quote is sited at a policed border resonates
as much conceptually as it does bureaucratically. This series of bronze leaves are, in the tradition of the boy band, exhibited in groups varying in
number, and occasionally singularly in a breakout role. Consider the work a
dick joke in the style of Margaret Atwood’s classic zinger: “Men are afraid
that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.”
bronze
dimensions variable, each fig leaf hung at 60” center and approximately 6”w x 8”h x 3”d
2017
dimensions variable, each fig leaf hung at 60” center and approximately 6”w x 8”h x 3”d
2017