Judith Supine’s work has always hovered between delirium and clarity, seduction and discomfort. Known for his surreal collages that splice together fragments of the body, pop cultural debris, and dreamlike imagery, he constructs figures that feel both grotesque and hypnotic. In recalling a fever dream in the jungles between Costa Rica and Panama—hallucinating from dysentery as a Blue Morpho butterfly followed him down a dirt road—Supine describes a moment of fragility that turned into revelation, an overwhelming sense that everything would be okay. This vision encapsulates the tension at the core of his practice: the collision of beauty and decay, hallucination and prophecy, the unconscious erupting into form.
