After some months of preparation, I am terribly excited to announce an upcoming solo show of my work at Cleveland’s Rotten Meat Gallery. In Defense of Absurd Cosmologies will feature recent paintings, including the completed Falls series, as well a number of brand-new works from this year. The opening reception will be on March 14th, from 6-10pm.
Either mostly or entirely done with this series! It’s primarily about animism (a subject about which I have some thoughts), and secondly about making something unabashedly decorative. Each individual piece is designed to function as an icon (in the religious sense- what artist hasn’t secretly aspired to make something people will pray to?), and will bear titles such as The One Who Oversees Seemingly Significant (but insignificant) Coincidences, The One Who Overseers Things You No Longer Think About, and so on.
Marine cryptozoologists and taxidermic humbug enthusiasts rejoice! Fiji Mermaid t-shirts are now available at my Etsy shop! This holiday season, why not give the gift of shrieking embalmed terror?
INT. 1920′s Paris, Gertrude Stein’s flat- Owen Wilson, Gertrude Stein, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are finishing their umpteenth drinks
WILSON: Wow guys, Ok. Well, I’ve met my literary idols, found my muse, and learned an important lesson about appreciating the life you’re given. I’m going to return to my own time now.
FITZGERALD: Say old chap, you don’t have any knowledge about the future that you’d like to share, do you?
WILSON: Uhh… nope.
FITZGERALD: No? No facts about what’s likely to happen in Paris or Europe in general over the next twenty years that could save literally millions of lives?
WILSON: No, nothing comes to mind.
FITZGERALD: Ok, have a good life then.
exit Owen Wilson
enter Young Adolph
ADOLPH: Gertrude! Gertrude! I have this new landscape, and-
GERTRUDE: Adolph, I already told you, your paintings suck. Go home.
ADOLPH: Oh… ok.