Tamagotchi Print

The world around me is vomiting, and when I come into contact with it, I vomit dead soldiers, a crucified Santa Claus, cancerous food, pornography, violence, and selfies; the horde of information that rewires the mind compels me to make sense of this chaotic dissemination through art. All meaning is lost within a culture fueled by excessive machines that spew distraction and triviality, leading to disconnected thoughts. I swim in the vomit that I consume, and the vomit consumes me back.