The artwork “The pleasures of not having your cake and not eating it too” is exactly what the title says. It combines the fetish of food crushing and the ephemerality of a beautifully prepared cake. Taking satisfaction in the completely selfish consumption and total destruction of an iconic, frosting piped, sheet-cake. No one else gets to enjoy it unless through their eyes in watching me play with it in a messy, gross yet sensual way. Essentially the piece is an intersection of my interests, kink, humor, print, the concept of temporality as well as the meta existence of the cake in and out of the photos. The cake, embodying tradition and, even further, the past self through an edible print image, in the image is being consumed by my now alternative, sex-positive self, realized self. The cake on the pedestal stands-in to demonstrate the original cake but also further carry the reality of time. As the cake sits on the pedestal untouched for the entirety of the first-year show. It will warp, dry, crack and become inedible much like what I did to the first cake. The yearning, from others, to eat the cake but only be able to watch it through the sploshing photos or the stale ghost that sits on the pedestal satisfies me in some sadistic sense.
