Growing up, the plastic flamingo was kitsch royalty. Always pink, always awkward, always pretending not to care about the stares.
I wanted to give it a new voice. Not quiet, not ironic, but unapologetically sculptural.
This piece inflates that memory until it gleams. The flamingo stands impossibly tall, lacquered in high-watt chrome red. It’s a spectacle of artificial beauty, part roadside souvenir and part design object. I kept the posture true to form but elevated the finish to luxury, turning satire into statement.
It belongs in Nostalgia in Chrome, a series that recasts childhood icons into adult art totems. By polishing the tacky and scaling the small, I’m asking what we choose to remember and why.
This bird doesn’t whisper “garden ornament.” It declares collectible rebellion with every curve.