In lieu of my recent post involving my delight over cactus shadows, here is an example of why I initially missed the potty humor. I’m a curious artist with a head full of ideas that transfer over to whatever medium I’m working on. Since I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with the weirdness of shadows. They are so liquid and temperamental and beyond our control as far as predicting a shape. A shadow is never exactly the same. ANYWAY. This Mother of Millions is a shadow machine.