Brogan Hunter

Just as a sick dog will remedy it’s aching stomach by eating grass until it vomits, I consume everything that is toxic, and heave it back outside of me. My ‘heavings’ take form in fervent multimedia artworks, that encompass an emotion/thought/state of being, that has affected me to my core. Often, I, as vessel, am affected until I am overcome. I am overcome so much so that I cannot bare to retain the turbulence within myself. The building of these artworks is the building of a body, the creation of one who holds that which plagues me. An expulsion of a self. When they are made manifest, I am lighter.