I'm a bit obsessed with the idea of truth and trying to ascertain what people's individual truths are. It's a recurring theme in my relationships. I suppose it's a symptom of being an overly honest/naive person, and coming to find out that much of the world is run on lies and deceit. From intimate relationships to national politics, it's endlessly surprising to me how often we lie to each other, to ourselves, despite the fact that these ugly truths always have a way of resurfacing. I tend to think it's the need to investigate this notion of truth that drives one to be an artist. To my mind, the most interesting artists are those who are able to extract those ugly truths and put them in front of us. Looking at their work becomes a revelation of ourselves, like pulling a curtain off a mirror.
Influenced by Brooke and her goop, though I've had this idea in my head for quite some time. This is for my Dad, who makes a living in teeth and, like me, is a fan of the macabre.