My artwork has this tendency to be alive.

I’m inviting you to do an intimate action, putting your butt print with hopefully many other butt prints. Your weight and warmth sinking into the plasticine – of the cushion.

Funny how l’m making an artwork I will never sit on. I don’t have the ability to just sit on anything anymore. Sure, I have a comfy seat wherever I go, but you are very isolated in a wheelchair. You can’t sit on a couch with loved ones or potential loved ones, thereby leaving my butt pretty lonely.

They should invent something, and/or we should have more love. But this was such a fun idea, I had to do it and I will have one butt print when it’s over. I guess that is my point, some butts can join the multiple butts and some butts get left out.