As an incorrigible thrift store devotee, I recently started noticing the abundance of throw-away plaster angels which prompted me to build a collection. I am now incorporating them in my work by using them as an armature for my cast soap sculptures. The result is an over-indulgent profusion of glom. A cornucopia of iconography that resembles the telling of a new mythology for our saturated-by-garbage times. Garbage that is stuff, that is news and insipid information, that is our shared guilt, that is drowning and suffocating us literally and metaphorically.
