||Serotonin. Dopamine. Norepinephrine. These are the chemical compounds, which, once released in the brain, comprise what mankind has labeled as "love". Reduced to a simple representation of their chemical structure, I have distilled love down to its most cerebral, factual, detached state. In doing so, the urgent grasping of the hands from below seems, at best, a waste of time. Love is hugely idealized; movies and songs and novels teach us from a young age to expect a whirlwind romance with few complications, which , once overcome, allow us to live happily ever after with our one true love. The world shows us over and over how to fall in love, but reveals very little about remaining in love. Thus, man reaches for the ghost of reality, a nonentity that he can never realize because it doesn't exist. Love is not worth pursuing.
(Piece is constructed using hand-rolled coils, painted with engobe and sgraffitto carved.)