I painted a mini pear shop, at the time censorship began to peak and it felt like all words that had any negative spin were off limits. For example, telling someone they’re being an idiot wasn’t on and at this point in time the words retarded and gay had taken an unflattering turn from just being a part of your average millennials teenage vocabulary to turning whoever used it into a homophobic, disabled hating radical, a far cry from what we grew up to know these words as; a seperate definition when used in context. Most millennials have outgrown their teen vocabulary but it still strikes me when people carry the words with a lot more emotional weight then we did. The thought train continues.

So this is my mini pear shop, I began with a bunch of pears that were ripe and ready. But one customer didn’t like the colour, it offended them. So the shop had to censor it. Then another customer with a different life experience didn’t like the other pear, and so on. Now we enter the pear shop and we don’t know what’s going on. We have a bunch of censored pears, they were just pears to most people.

This artwork is one of my hand-stretched ones, sold with hooks ready to hang and a certificate of authenticity.