My friend Victoria F. Gaitán decorates her portrait subjects with meat or blood or candy to create intimidating baroque flesh and blood still lifes. Maybe one day she will ask me to get covered in horse heads and ice cream. Look for her work up with Patricia Piccinini at Conner Contemporary in Washington DC through December.
I’ve been obsessed with Patricia Piccinini for years now, and she still consistently creeps me out and wows me. I love the ways her grotesquely realistic sculptures push the boundaries between revulsion and love.
I’m not at all getting sick of people making hyper-realistic sculptures of deformed people and weird creatures out of silicon and real hair. Sam Jinks, like Ron Mueck and Patricia Piccinini, uses his ability to render convincing skin and flesh to creep the hell out of viewers — the skewed proportions, whited out eyes, noseless and mouthless faces, and mysterious tattoos of Jinks’ pieces are terrifying, yet they also venerate the temporal nature of our bodies.