Completed Gold Plaster Cast
Insight on the process and how it turned out
I’m so proud of this one.
It was a tricky cast, the body wanted to move during the process, shifting subtly, responding in its own timing rather than complying with stillness. We had to slow down. Listen more carefully. Breathe, allow the body to arrive instead of asking it to hold a pose.
That conversation between material and body is visible in the final form.
The detail is extraordinary.
The gold is not truly captured in the photograph.
In person, it catches the light differently, quietly luminous, warm, almost breathing. It shines with a kind of understated magnificence that isn’t flashy or declarative, but undeniable when you spend time with it.
This is not decorative gold.
It is devotional.
I softened the edges, but kept the form raw and organic.
I wanted it to remain true to the body itself—not cleaned up, not idealized, not made polite. The edges hold evidence of life, of movement, of the body’s unwillingness to be reduced to an object.
That tension matters.
These pieces invite a different kind of reverence.
Especially for parts of the body that are normally shamed, ignored, or treated as valuable only under specific conditions. For men in particular, these parts are often regarded as useful only when hard, erect, ready to perform, ready to do.
What this piece is really asking us to reconsider lives on the other side of the room.
