Rowan Mersh, textile sculptor. Another happy example of a fully evolved (i.e., individuated) yet completely idiosyncratic artist’s work. Lo-o-o-o-ve it.
Here, laddies and gentlewomen, we have a documentary-style photographer with teeth. Here you’ll find no photoshopped models in expensive togs, no Geddies babies and no fluffy animals. In fact, you can expect pretty much the opposite.
These are all marble sculptures imitating other materials, like (ha!) styrofoam. Rock my world… these are awesome!
“Oh, yo, an now for yo vowing plosure, the bost onogofs on the Wold Wod Wob,” he says, with a mouth full of Barbara’s Cheese Puffs.
I once looked like that, back in the day before I squeezed my way to a trimmer, firm body with the foam covered spring-loaded THIGH TONERER©.
