The title suggest all sorts of virtues; warmth, family, confidence, strength, communication of stories and ideas between people you have meaningful relationships with, etc. But in reality my work is very different, if not exactly opposite to all of these things. I refer to them as “impotent narratives”: they have the formal arrangement, the structure of traditional narrative, but lack narrative meaning. I like questioning the fundamental definition of narrative painting. Yes, my paintings are figurative, yes they have objects that generally signify meaning and convey a message. But does the mere arrangement of these tools equate story? Most of my work, and indeed the work that will be in the show will make use of or rather misuse of signs in a way to obscure communication and increase the distance between the viewer and myself. It’s a very cowardly approach, really. They're stories told from the perspective of complete insecurity; fearful of any conviction that could be used to damage the storyteller. Regarding subject matter, or rather the recognizable signs that are used: I seem to enjoy the non-heroic man, a figure in some hopeless or at least mundane struggle with something. I think the violence I’m attracted to in my work is often just as a way to balance the bright colors. In this way, my paintings operate as euphemisms. Then there's the “man-child”, a sort of soft-bodied figure stuck between adulthood and adolescence, sometimes physically, sometimes psychologically, runs throughout my work.
- Art form: 2-D
- Depth: 2 inches
- Medium: Acrylic
- Width: range from 3 feet to 7 feet
- Year created: 2015
- Height: range from 3 feet to 7 feet