Seeded Jewish rye bread, Kraft singles, Hellman’s mayonnaise, hand cut stencils.
I’m not supposed to eat my feelings? Oh, okay. How about I eat yours?
This is the beginning of a new body of work. I intend to make friends with a Cricut, setup a sandwich station, and turn your feelings into food that we can all enjoy together. No judgement. We all eat for comfort and comfort seeking is self care so maybe we can stop the incessant shaming of anyone who enjoys eating a sandwich simply because it makes them feel good. I’m screenprinting with mayonnaise — my mother doesn’t understand my art per se, but this she would be proud of. We are a mayonnaise people.