My name is Brian Joseph, but I am not he that you may think.
"For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same hour and for the same space of time." "” Oscar Wilde
To say that I was inspired by these words would be untrue, but I found strength and courage to move forward in hopes of a day when I would not need to think about being laughed at by people who would judge me for my desires.
I found my inspiration throughout my life and have constantly struggled to reinvent myself and my work. I believe that art speaks through a magical language that is often mute. It is up to the listener to hear, interpret and understand what it means to him.
When I was young I looked at the Mona Lisa as a rather unattractive woman with a non-descript smile. Later in life I awed at the mastery behind the strokes. Later still I found myself wondering what she was thinking when she posed with that smile. After a series of struggles in life I decided that Mona was simply being Mona... it is our imagination that creates the wonder of the moment when we set our eyes upon her face.
My weakness, my passion and often my downfall, has been the male form. Most of my decisions in life have been influenced by my needs. I have come to a point in my life where I can honestly admit this to myself, as base as it may seem. But it is only recently that I understood the need to turn that weakness into something that I can be proud of regardless of the people who might ridicule me for my desires.
I understand Oscar's year of sorrow for the shame he experienced. Such feelings have haunted me and many gay men all our lives. I have chosen to no longer be haunted nor hunted, instead I celebrate what I "˜need' and draw inspiration from what makes me burn deep down inside. Its depth comes from the ease in which the viewer can relate to its surface, yet, as with the Mona Lisa, it isn't always the surface which you assume.
Somewhere in here I am suppose to impress you with my schooling, training, mentors etc... but the truth is, I am a poor learner. Art teachers have struggled throughout my life to get me to pay attention. It's not that I don't listen nor that I don't learn, I just do so at my own pace and in my own time. Lessons require relevance for me so what you tell me today may lay dormant till some life event triggers a response. Have you ever looked at a map or illustration and wondered what all those lines are supposed to mean? That's me, I struggle with basic illustrations, it wasn't until I bought a 35MM that I started to take art seriously. Photography allowed me to really look at lines and suddenly all those lessons on sketches started to make sense to me.
Thus my professional education was limited and unsuccessful as measured by certifications and diplomas. I attempted fine art degrees on three occasions and each time I left for something more urgent. Not to say I didn't learn, grow and change, I just never stood before a podium to thank everyone in my life for getting me this far.
I have traveled a lot and find myself attracted to the many museums and galleries of the world. My art has been displayed in several off off off main street galleries found in various capital cities. I take pride in my lack of celebrity but only because it leaves me free to be me and not who I am expected to be. Galas and openings are currently not my thing. Perhaps someday I will stand in a spotlight for all to see but I think that day is not quite yet around the corner.
Born on June 13th, nineteen hundred and (purposefully left blank) to a fanciful woman who never allowed a moment of life to pass by without celebration. I love you and I miss you mom, you are the source of my strength and courage to move ever forward.
I am Brian Joseph and I invite you to hate or love my work with a passion.
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Ecole du Louvre, Paris (incomplete)
Rio de Janerio