“We live in a linguistic culture and everything has to be turned into language. People don’t understand anything until you’ve explained it.” This is a form of visual obtuseness that comes from being raised on television – “which absolutely deadens the imagination and deadens the senses. You just sit there with your mouth open.”
-Emma Brockes quoting Carl Andre,
‘I’m a hopeless drawer – and a terrible painter’
I find value in disregarded cultural trash. Our decompression tendencies expose our guilty pleasures. We choose to disengage and the distraction is a privilege. Can worth be reinstated to this slacker movement if examined against art history?
Through humor, I hope to suggest critiques of our learned art world, challenging the obvious assumptions that we routinely follow. Stereotypes and generalizations, along with hierarchical material associations visually wrestle for the spotlight. Expectations of what is considered historically or culturally valuable are exaggerated for these compositional battles. With heroic art practices like oil painting and the structural trust gained through my sculptural forms, I rescue the integrity of conceptual art.
” Art is entertainment. I consume trashy pop culture, then I digest. My guilty pleasure is reality tv, and I watch the worst of it. With a critical eye, I have become concerned with what media trains my generation to value. My morals and decompression tendencies collide, and my work is an attempt to resolve this conflict. By utilizing the entertainment strategies that my shows trap viewers with, can I deliver a hypercritical message about becoming more aware of the lemming-like followers we could become? “