Dude . . . I finally finished my Paintings!
A professor once told me that my work has the unique quality that there is no artist’s foot print. “It’s like you’d would never know who painted it… there’s no identity of the execution that you could link to the artist… there is only the image.” I still can’t tell if that is a positive statement or negative. I have also struggled with my own identity, wonder who I am, how I should think and feel, what the hell I should be doing with my life, etc. Some times I feel I have none. I walk around empty. Sad. And not knowing I should be doing or why I am here. But I just don’t want to paint cliche images of sadness and depression . . .
I’ll be honest with you, I’ve been struggling with my “artist’s voice” for some time now. I mean… I haven’t painted in over a YEAR! The previous images I’ve been making have been inspired by aspects that I thought were deserving to but put on canvas: nice lighting, strong composition, hot guys, sexy lips.g dicks… I haven’t even titled my work until now. I still want the viewer to assign their own meaning or feeling to the image. But I think It is my responsibility to say something more with my work, or portray more particular feelings or themes, while retaining the dazzling mystery and ambiguity.
It’s my hope that this new collection of work features this shift in displaying more particular emotion due to an increase combination of facial expression, composition splices, and of course my patented “extreme cropping”.