Unicorns have a reputation. One of the only mythical beings to exist without the ability to terrorize humanity. In myth, they can only be approached by virgins; the symbol of ultimate purity. But what if that were untrue? What if they lived like regular humans, slaves to their death drives and their libedos? What if they were sinister and depraved, the opposite of how we presume them to be? I am obsessed with this idea; nothing can truly be as good as it seems. Not even unicorns.

painting and silkscreen, 2010-2012