Autopsy

Autopsy
Oil/Gesso/Canvas
25” x 58”

What does anyone want out of life? Is your goal to be famous? Do you want to be rich? Do you care about what happens to your name or body after death? Imagine that you’re whole life you only wish to be remembered. But unfortunately you are forgotten. Imagine the autopsy of someone who has been burned beyond recognition... just pretend that there would be no way to identify the person. Does that make them any less significant than anyone else? Is that something you fear? What if all that’s left of you was barely ascertainable forms like a “limb” or “digit”. Or do you not care because you have no interesting in your physical condition after you’ve died? It’s not supposed to be sad; it’s supposed to get you to think about what you want. How important do you have to be that someone would want your don’t preserved? That’s kinda creepy