Fine Art
Can we take the “fine” out of “fine art”? It sounds pretentious (or worse, dismissive, like when a teenager mutters “I’m fine”). Great art doesn’t make you feel “fine,” great art stuns, whiplashes, surprises, and disorients you — and hopefully rearranges some of the neurons in your brain. If I can achieve that once or twice, then all the work I’ve ever put into the strange pursuit of art will have been worth it.
NOTE: A lot of my work has not yet been digitized so this is just a small sampling. I’ll be adding more soon though.
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Memento Mori
The bond we humans have with the dead is a strangely mournful and beautiful affair. (Think of El Día de Muertos and urban street murals and candle altars to the dead.) Are we celebrating the dead for them? Or for us? For this show I imagined myself as a wife, husband, child, or parent of a loved one and then wondered how, if I was painter, I’d depict them.
I Sold My Soul for a Worthless Women’s Kisses
Why do we love dark romance and film noir? Because we’ve all been wronged, jilted and double crossed and let’s be honest, because, at times, we’ve been the guilty party too. For this show I wanted to create images that’s were steeped in that bubbling emotional stew of guilt, hurt, heartbreak and revenge.
Bad Bunnies
Can I be honest? I’m really not sure what the hell I was thinking while I was painting this show. But it had something to do with pairing that most innocent of animals—the bunny rabbit—with the themes of bondage, dominance and terrorism. And let’s not forget that nothing could look cooler than rabbit ears poking out of a balaclava.
