Painters on Paintings is a conversation between contemporary artists and their influences across time.
I never felt in isolation; there was a life I needed to address.
Overall there was chaos in his figure, strokes sometimes lining up with the form, and sometimes going against the logic of the body.
Evidence of deconstructing form and then “healing” those breaks was apparent in the yellow and pink adhesive substrates bleeding through the crevasses of incisions.
Her aloof houses are challenging, seem to have their backs turned to me, the viewer, and transform me into an interloper.
This wasn’t a decapitated head, but a self-sufficient object, as autonomous as a meteor.
The staccato of the surface gives me the mph of the wind on the beach that day.
I have spent about a decade studying W.E.B Du Bois’ concept of double consciousness: the sense of looking at one’s self through the lens of others.
He makes the “I” out to be “a resting zone … a meeting place.”
It was as if the life in them burned up like cellulose melting in a projector.