I gave him a heart too cold to melt and a suit too shiny to feel.
This red chrome monkey, dressed like an astrounaut, holds a blue acrylic heart with the seriousness of someone who doesn’t know what love is, only that it matters.
To me, this piece is about what survives when tenderness
becomes instinct. He is not performing affection. He is
protecting it.
The design draws from the space age Americana and pop
surrealist figuration, where kitsch collides with vulnerability.
I have always seen monkeys as a simpler mirror of us. And here in his gloved hands, love is preserved not through refusal to let go.
Sometimes emotion outlives understanding.
And sometimes emtion outlives understanding. And sometimes, that is enough.