Once again I am hit with the "no uniformity" critique. I understand , I really do. Perhaps to some, there is no connection, but to me , it all comes from one place which makes it as uniform as it can be.
The question of 'why Optimus Prime?'(titled , Cherish is the word that i use to describe) in my last series, came up more often than not on opening night of the baby canvases show. I don't think I'll ever be the kind of artist that makes the series that obviously ties in together ,and to the critics, that is to my detriment. I guess I'm not built that way. I paint through stream of consciousness and with that, the audience can decide to connect the dots(fuzzy as they may be to some) and see that I'm actually wearing my heart on my sleeve and showing the sickness in my head and a love/obsession in my heart and choosing to share it OR just judge it on the surface. Love it or hate it or think nothing of it at all. I even feel not quite myself offering this explanation up. For those of you that know me and my sense of humor, you get me and that's awesome. There is also the pile of you that know me (sorta) I make you scratch your head and I confuse with my sense of humor and that is also really awesome to me.
The whole 2x3 series for example is about love and a dark amusing place.
These all came from blots of paint spattered on boards and one after the other a picture came to mind , like watching clouds in the sky turn into people and things. If you know the 60's love song , 'Cherish is the word' you can be amused by my special imaginary relationship I have had with Optimus Prime. As we lay in our giant transformer sized bed together and he charms my pants off while that song plays in the background and I look into his eyes and sigh,sigh,sigh."Oh Optimus... I love you"
I also have what some people call , an "interesting" fascination with amputees and ''it's what's for dinner" just showed up in the cloud of paint on a board. With her very vulnerable, naked, legless body just waiting to be taken advantage of and to be possessed by this part serpent, part man. How much more intimate could he be with her ,if not by eating her? What lies did he tell her to make her believe he loved her and were they even lies at all?
Simple pleasures- the girl with three decapitated heads for balloons. Oh what a strange place this came from. After A long trip to the A T & T store , I was thoroughly engaged in the size of my salesperson's ass. To begin with , I by no means have a tiny ass. I have quite the badonkey back there but this ass was special. It was quite possibly the biggest ass I have ever seen in my life. It was hypnotic and when she walked across the room I was riveted by the story of this ass. I thought to myself , I bet she could store at least 3 decapitated heads in that ass and who would ever know??? 3 unlucky fools that hold a special place in her heart(or the heart of her ass if you will) and within that sizable wonder of the world was born the simple pleasures of the girl with her 3 balloons.
and on and on it goes......There's your freaky love connection.
