Resin prints, paint.
2in x 1in.
Ever since I was young, I have been making strange connections between food and object: like pasta and screws. They’re remarkably similar in shape and nature, clustering together until used to support their final host... whether eaten or drilled into an assemblage.
In this work, I fuse them into a new, patent-pending, invention: the pastascrew. Completely functionless, they are now inedible and undrillable. Stripping these objects of their function, Pastascrews are an intentional subversion, a reminder of what “real” meant when we were young. Any objects that looked alike became synonymous, their purpose irrelevant, they instead served as vessels in which we would project our most creative delusions onto. Pasta becomes screws. Screws become pasta. The cycle continues.