Artist Statement for the show at Soft Machine Gallery
The idea of belief is messy. There is a driving force behind belief, but it’s a topic that should be met with irony and postmodern distancing, right?
Getting your butt into the studio everyday (or close to it), has to be underneath the umbrella of belief. It’s a belief that painting can still do something. It has a higher purpose, a loftier goal, a heartbeat that can still move you - me.
This is not to say that it (painting) has to be overly romantic, sentimental, or beautiful. It should be able to be quotidian and heavenforbid, ugly. It seems to me that abstraction specifically is a ripe breeding ground for feelings/moods/emotions that are uncomfortable...maybe.
I think poetry is kind of like abstraction. You read and wonder, “what the hell is this supposed to mean?”. Poetry is never an easy invitation to understanding, it’s tricky to unpack. But when it does or when you do (unpack or open yourself) - watch out, it’s like a Bob Dylan song all poppy and awkward, then you hear what he’s sayin’ and the air gets pushed out of you.
Marriage is like abstraction, maybe this is a stretch, I better ask my wife......
You start down a road, fairly confident of where you’re collectively heading and then the space changes. The rooms change, the apartment changes, and the bed gets two impressions instead of one. Process - paint - dialog - shape.
God, I better believe because I’ve got a lot riding on this. You’re in this too - right? You’re in the stuff, all stuff, big and small stuff. You’re in the history of abstraction, is this a bad thing? Or is it just a thing? A real thing - real. Real things wrapped in letters, painted in belief.
What do you think?