“I began to write fiction on the assumption that the true enemies of the novel were plot, character, setting, and theme” – John Hawkes
I make two things at once: a painting that leaves through the studio door, and another that travels down wires and through the air. To never meet again. They participate in completely different narratives, torn apart and raised up by proud nails, drunken revelers, and teenaged bloggers.
The camera and the loom were always part of the act. They were just off stage until now. I erased the syllables of can-vas by weaving and the sound of re-pro-duc-tion by exposing film. Neither need be spoken anymore… the awful quotation marks around the word “painter” took care of that.
I have been called the Hooters of painting. I always thought I was the Brad Dourif. Potato potato.
In this show you’ll get it all.