“4.16 Overflow Gallons”
Acrylic and ink on stretched canvas; archival matte and gloss varnish
20 x 20 x 1.5 inches
On Kitsch. Lowbrow art for the masses that sparks some sentimentality… Or it’s just plain tacky, crass, or gaudy. My buckets live in the crass end of the neighborhood. They’re my modern remix version of Andy Warhol’s soup cans based on slang the kids these days use. When you break it down it’s pretty vulgar, however I think there’s been a moment or two in all our lives that we can all relate to the feeling of desperation and wanting.
Interpersonal relationships, textual translations, and pixelated information make up our evolving social normative models, mine being no different. I often search for patterns behind the process. Reflection, distortion, emotion litter my process with random synaptic firings like land mines, but it’s all a necessary means to connect the dots in my attempt to form a connection. I see it as this type of kaleidoscope where I examine the mundane day-to-day, where I find beauty in the banal or miserable. As a way of acceptance, rather than ignorance, then pushing past and moving beyond.