jeremiah

I have an extensive portfolio of portraits on white bread made with a toaster oven and alluminum foil stencils. For me, toast portraits exist as the ultimate expression of ephemerality, more so than still photographs. The faces of Giulio and Lorenzo Medici on their burnt and crumbling surfaces embody the feeling of the "photo" to Sontag's "anti-photo." On an admittedly idiosyncratic level, seeing the faces of Nicholas the Third and Boniface the Eighth, in my depiction of the papal linea, slowly cooked onto slices of Sunbeam recalls Dante's Canto XIX.