WE ATE ALL OF THE ANIMALS

This body of work cultivates personal observations within our collective habits and belief systems regarding the food/meat industry. The work hosts the artist’s moral optimism while wielding truths regarding the dark realities of eating meat and its direct impacts on climate change. Through vintage imagery, marketing nostalgia, and the farcical canned children, the artist recognizes the industry’s giants who have corrupted the food systems, who oppress our health and the planet’s well-being while committing the worst for-profit mass murder in history.  Food imagery in advertising has a direct dopamine burst and accesses the rudimentary principles of our memories and nostalgias. Seeing food imagery through the marketing lens with bright colors and flashy text floods our brains with chemicals meant to satisfy, salivate and act while creating cultural paradigms surrounding our societal food habits. This series begs the question, can we have reverence for our planet, for the violent sacrifices of animals while advertising strategies eviscerate sanctimony in lieu of quick addictions and taste.  Jamie’s work deconstructs marketing’s colorful compositions while encompassing segmented language taken from cultural icons throughout the height of the American consumerist movement. With the intention to simulate a likeness to original marketing campaigns, the artist is invoking sentiments felt while asking the viewer to be cognizant of the implications.  

THINK ABOUT IT TOMORROW

BY JAMIE CLYDE

Eating on the flesh of children as they cry and bleed while a shattering and a beating on a begging, pulsing life, looks for figures of devotion and to the keepers of America. 

Babies and mothers debut in torture but move and move; we cycle through more and are fat and are dying, keeping the bred and the bred for bread and cutting and celebrating.  

Scheduling violence with forks and napkins under linen in the dark with our children and happily ripping the flesh from other children, politely eating what our children’s futures would have been.

Delightful and devoured and content to pause until more is wanted and plucked and squeezed and more cries and more tears and time is running out.  

Grand endings and dramatics are what we long for; let’s see this through and embrace the child eating a child, my parents eating other parents.

Throats are cut, let’s cut and cut and bleed and die and see the violence with eyes, not thoughts as we think about it tomorrow.