Patterns, simulated textures and odd juxtapositions are revealed here in quirky perspectives. Castle Diaz presents female beauty as a kind of half hollow statue where Rauschenberg meets Duchamp meets Vogue’s Erte with Art Deco flair. We certainly construct our identities with a relationship to our inherited past.
Whether the flora and fauna of the environment take over in ambiguous disguise
or if provocative hidden agendas trap our identity with pseudo disregard,
wouldn’t it be fun to just throw away all our knowing baggage and pretend we were something else, utterly?
What do you imagine this to be?