The Human Sprinkler System consists of several prolific suites of (sizable) monoprint etchings begun the day I saved a man from his gory suicide attempt, in Center City, Philadelphia.

At the heart of the prints was an epiphany:  the larger the city, the greater the abject loneliness. Though my print series’ motifs were drawn from the graphic nature of the suicide attempt, it was the tormented, lonely psychology ensnaring the victim — in a teeming city — which I sought to convey. As I worked off the images etched in my copper plates, I added or subtracted inks — with my bare hands — to call attention to either the victim or his unknowing (uncaring?) ‘gallery of peers.’ Working late into the night, and often till morning, my updating emotions suspended the event from print to print, and changed the Human Sprinkler’s outcome, depending on the very minute … of my [night]. He is visible to his gallery only as long as the giant red plumes skyrocket from this wrists.