This is a new two part series about gender. For me gender has always been a complex issue. As a teenager with a flair for the theatrical I was often assumed to be gay. I grew up in a small all-american town but I always had a very metropolitan manner about me. Although I am and always was heterosexual I was perceived by most to be in the least bi. As a result of this contradiction I became fascinated by how intentions and perceptions often collide in difficult and complex ways. This particular piece deals with the branding of masculine & feminine archetypes in contemporary American culture and how these social constraints impact and frame the issue of identity.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Stuck Inside of Mobile with The Memphis Blues Again
This Woman's Work
This is the first painting in a new two part series about gender. For me gender has always been a complex issue. As a teenager with a flair for the theatrical I was often assumed to be gay. I grew up in a small all-american town but I always had a very metropolitan manner about me. Although I am and always was heterosexual I was perceived by most to be in the least bi. As a result of this contradiction I became fascinated by how intentions and perceptions often collide in difficult and complex ways. This particular piece deals with the branding of feminine archetypes in contemporary American culture and how these social constraints impact and frame the issue of identity.
Monday, November 23, 2009
It's a Man's Man's Man's World
Sunday, November 22, 2009
See You on The Riveria (Dusted On Decadence and Depravity)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Where Psychic Friends Dare to Tread
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Anywhere From Here
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Psychopharamacology of Chocolate
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Shiva's Dance of Death Gives Birth to Beauty and Truth
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Niteswimming
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When I was in college a bunch of my friends worked at a pizza place as delivery guys. I used to sit at their all nite smoking clove cigarettes and talking with them between delivery runs. At the end of the nite we would often hit up a bar for last call and eventually drive to one of their houses out in the country. It was miles from anywhere and we would sit on the porch, get high and bullshit all nite. Inevitably we would make our way back into town to hit up Denny's and ultimately drive half crazed back to the country wherein we fell asleep where ever we could find a spot, Cold hard floors didn't seem that bad back then. This painting deals with those nites and how we romanticize the past and make it better and more vivid and "real" than it actually was. I know those days weren't as great as I remember them, they were actually pretty strained probably as a direct result of those sleepless nites, but I don't care. I will always remember them fondly.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Psychopharamacology of Chocolate - Study
Sunday, November 1, 2009
a Few of My Favourite Things 11/1/2009
Five Minutes Late and Two Bucks Short at the Cha Cha