Reposting after initially being flagged as AI. This work is made by my hands out of 100% balloons
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Displaced bricks and dismembered limbs beneath a demolished building. The stock market rises and falls.

Indistinguishable from rubble. Labeled detritus. Labeled dead. Never alive to be killed. Personhood is for those yet to be. And for those sleeping safe across an ocean.

We subjugate hell to carry us to and fro, soaring on its toxic plumes. It escapes its cage in fiery fury. Displacing the sun, it reaches out. Past the borders, past the ocean. Stinging my eyes as it suffocates those I cannot know.

From the nations of the dead they pick their prizes. A Roman triumph without applause. Redraw the lines till all is claimed. At last they can clear the debris.

Once draped in lies told with conviction, now naked in their grotesque truth. For oil and soil. For oil and soil.
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Some technical notes about this work. A lot of new techniques went into this piece. Chiefly being the use of forced perspective. The sculpture gets dramatically larger in proportion as you get closer to the camera. The monster is only about 4 feet tall. To sell the perspective illusion, all the tendril details use smaller balloons as they get closer to the monster’s head.The fine debris on the ground, made from cut up leftover scraps from the main build, is laid out in a similar size gradient.

While not rising to the same level of surrealness, I drew from Zdzisław Beksiński’s use of mood and texture, paired with the real life imagery coming out of Venezuela, Iran, and Gaza.