Sanguine is one of my favorite words. I think it’s beautiful: beautiful to say, beautiful to write, just aesthetically beautiful. This picture always reminds me of the aorta and it’s connecting arteries, or at least a very tangled grotesque interpretation. Like a twisted aorta with pumping blood to something we’re afraid to think about existing. The fact that it’s also made to look like branches makes it even more unsettling, as if it may belong to something that comes from nature, or the beating heart of mother nature herself. Every time I go to Grounds for Sculpture I like to look at it, study the intricate ways all the branches are tangled.