I think it’s crazy that we hit our kids. Here’s the crazy part about it. Kids are the only people in the world that you’re allowed to hit. Do you realize that? They’re the most vulnerable and they’re the most destroyed by hitting, by being hit… but it’s totally OK to hit them! And they’re the only ones! If you hit a dog, they’ll fucking put you in jail for that shit. You can’t hit a person unless you can prove they were trying to kill you! But a little tiny person with a head this big who trusts you implicitly… fuck ‘em, who gives a shit… And we’re proud of it. “I hit my kids!” “You’re damn right I hit my kids!” “Why do you hit them?” “‘Cause they were doing a thing I didn’t like at the moment… and guess what… they didn’t do it after that!” Well that wouldn’t be taking the fucking easy way out, now, would it?
With mouths wrapped or heads draped over, gags or other elegantly crafted muzzling devices and restraints upon the impassive faces of his portraits, “Schinwald explores the dispositives of control, disciplining, and self-improvement, which inscribe themselves in the human body, shaping and pervading it to re-emerge on the body surface as psychologically charged inner worlds, visible and palpable.”
Most installation shots found here.