For about ten years after I graduated from college I spent without significant amount of work. I was going through a long term depression that left me creatively unmotivated. It wasn’t until I told myself to shit or get off the pot that I started finding my way to making work again. I told myself that I could not call myself an artist unless I made work. This has always been the center of my identity, and not a part of myself I’ve ever been willing to give up.
This was the first significant work I created after the depression lifted. It reminded me of my abilities and what I have to say in this world.
I used to think the figure in the middle was Yolandi from Die Antwoord, but really, it looks too much like me and a photo I took at the Gwar-BQ a year earlier. The rest was constructed around that face, piecemeal, from random things in my life at the time. The Buddhas are from the permanent collection at the Met. The animals are from the symbolism of the Tarot World card. It was a hodgepodge of my interests and beliefs of the time.
It became the Transcendental Object at the End of time due to Terrance McKenna. I envisioned his explosion of novelty looking something like this.