Wastoid Void

Zach Mory's avatar Zach Mory

This series explores the mental space that is neither memory nor imagination, where our old identities, which we cling to so tightly, become skewed and distorted as the distance grows between the present and the past. These non-functional masks are subjective attempts to bridge that chasm between my current self and memories of my younger self. Stoner references, posturing, smoke, cockiness, insecurity, a major family death, decay, hangovers before school, paranoia, a trailer-park and dark basements (like where this work is appearing for ArtPrize) are funneled onto the paper via a shaky, unsure abstraction. This series is a drudge through those once very real thoughts, feelings, and emotions from my teenage and young adult years, which have long since been lost as actual memories and now exist more as a personal mythology or a memory of a memory. This series is not about self discovery. It is about acknowledging who I was and who I pretended to be during a very specific time in my life and how I perceive that younger self now. It wasn't cathartic, it wasn't painful, and it certainly wasn't joyful. It was looking in mirror, swallowing hard and accepting what is there, in all its fucked up glory. Its my Wastoid Void. ///// Titles in order as they appear above: Installation shot ///// Shaman Wannabe ///// French Impale ///// Introducing, the Lord of Bored, Your Softest Hardcore, the Slack of Zach! ///// Kine Blood Mothership Trip ///// Haze Gaze ///// Thigh Times, Cry Times ///// The Loser of Boozer ///// Psilocyrosis ///// Black as Midnight on a Moonless Night ///// "Masks are lies that don't lie. They hide your face, but show your naked ass to everyone." – from the Wastoid Void /////

Entry Details
  • Art form: 2-D
  • Depth: 0 inches
  • Medium: ink on paper
  • Width: 8.5 inches
  • Year created: 2016
  • Height: 11 inches