Nature, Narcissism, And Nudity Drawing

My attempts at art are a response to our virtual and irreverent American aesthetic. Each picture embraces the beauty in a human grossness overwhelmed by mindless forms and dichotic alienation. Ours is a generation sustained by displaced attention and a pixellated reality drifting towards a druggy nightmare. Globalization has uprooted responsibility and enabled externalization for short minded, abusive ambitions. My characters mirror our overstimulated experience, are melded with allusions of consumerism and suspended beliefs, in an allegorical dive to reveal our nihilism. Art is not a commodity, but a power that makes us chant and dance or cry out for a visual truth. To ostracize what is most original and pure to our reality, to forget that we tremble in the wilderness or that our appliances pass through the hands of a thousand unsung workers, leaves us empty, disconnected. My odd figures pronounce that, without close attention, life will be artificial. Most of my abstractions are divorced of linear storytelling and act instead as echoes of an idealized concept, opinion or relationship. I acknowledge that the fragments of my experience can appear unintentionally (like in all artmaking); they reveal my own history, an imperfect love or the like, in partial metaphor, but stitch together a ubiquitous expression. These expressions grow out of lines that unravel into imperfect figures and geometry: faces are faces within faces; plantlike or mechanical limbs extend to create hands and feet for a disorganized body; space is warped, strained, and surreal. There is no illusion of realism, my ideas sprung from the television and started growing on the page. The visual arts were indelible to my 90s childhood in California. Even without a television, I was enthralled by the art and affectations of the cartoonists and animators I glimpsed in ‘Pee Wee’s Playhouse,’ ‘Ren & Stimpy,’ ‘Calvin & Hobbes;’ in the music of Leonard Cohen, Joe Strummer— and many more surrealist and contemplative works of psychedelia, punk, and poetry. In 2010, after a year in Oregon, I became conscious of my ambition and sought development. I applied and was kindly accepted to schools in Los Angeles, but, avoiding debt, I sought opportunities abroad in Germany. Now, I am back in California to continue painting and drawing. I want to express the value of the extraordinary galvanized by a physical experience.