Yggdrasil

This piece blossomed from Sam’s foray in to boxing (Western/Thai). Sam (the artist) initially suffered a disurbingly high rate of rib and intercostal muscle injuries (glassribs?) along with the usual black eyes and bruised ego. With a boxing match looming (before being cancelled by the global pandemic) Sam was viscerally aware of the human body’s capacity for power and fragility. For him it’s a metaphorical fractal of the carnage we are wreaking on the finite ball in which we reside. Like one of our religious figures hanging in sacrifice, the rib cage is engulfed in flora. A cheap climate change protest or a savage truth, will hardship lead to evolution in time?