Fountain (2025)

Pool, toilets, water pumps, PVC tubing, valves, nozzles, pipes, motor, wood

“Constipated heart” is a term I use to describe anyone who struggles to communicate, express, or emote. But sometimes I wonder—would I really prefer it if they actually shit themselves instead?

Bodily expulsion is both repulsive and necessary, a place where control dissolves. Julia Kristeva writes of this as abject: a reminder of our organic nature, our limits, and our inability to remain contained. Fountain (2025) embraces this contradiction, turning repression into propulsion, blockage into circulation.

Expanding on Fountain (2024), where two toilets pissed into each other, this version amplifies the spectacle. Twelve toilets now face inward, their streams straining toward a central peak, water jetting skyward.

An orgy of release, a force greater than the separate parts. A monument to unclogging, loosening, and letting things flow.