"Donkey punching bastards"
70(h) X 60 (v)
acrylic, marker and spray paint
2007
"Gold rolex for a strong pimp hand"
70(h) X 60 (v)
acrylic, marker and spray paint
2007
"Instructions for base tanning"
70(h) X 60 (v)
acrylic and oil
2007
"Existential march"
70(h) X 60 (v)
acrylic and  marker
2008
"Preteen huffing"
80(h) X 70 (v)
acrylic, marker and spray paint
2007
"Titanium dildo"
80(h) X 70 (v)
acrylic and marker
2007
Artist Statement:

Painting is changing. The idea of a
particular “ism” or school is reminiscent of
a flat soft drink. I take several of these
historical ideologies and put them in a
blender. I serve up an explosive, visual
190 proof margarita (everclear, not tequila)
that is excessive and ambitious. It is a
hedonistic, long pour that might splash
everywhere. (You’re in trouble if you have a
paper cut.) The goal is a reaction with
every sip from the fishbowl-sized glass.

One special ingredient in this recipe is the
narrative cartoon. It is born out of the
abstract gesture in a twisted, unstable
way. When the blender stops, there will be
bits and pieces strewn all over the place.  
It is a battle of epic proportions with a
multi-pronged attack and a slight tickle.

This cocktail is extremely potent because
many of its constituents contrast. They are
so wrong together that they start to seem
right, combining to create a hostile and
humorous expression.  It is like laughing
while taking a cold shower. There are no
baby-sips. You gulp it down and brace
yourself for the brain-freeze.
I came to this concoction scuffling through
the liquor cabinets of intuition and art
history. You must know how to pick both of
these locks. Otherwise, it’s a trip to the
lame-ass kitchen. A real walk of shame.