If you look carefully, it’s in the very first shot. I really hope that artist has gotten representation and is making a killing. Whomever you are, your vulgar absurdity speaks to me. Seriously.
The rest of the set is a complex mess. Wasted Youth is here because cardboard is paper. The first 3D piece I have ever seen. Down on St. Marks late one night while walking to the NR train with Ernesto. It’s a beautiful piece that made me sad and full of wonder, like all great art should.
The second pic of someone using the distortion filter in Photoshop and printing on what looks to be stock sheets is phenomenally weird. The bees inhabit this picture and many others. Happy bees only happen in art. Apparently in life they aren’t fairing as well.
Three portraits all drawn by the same artist also pop up. All hand drawn with an illustrator’s style. A nice contrast to the mechanical works that I usually show.
The Army of One piece has an odd synchronicity. This piece has a mirror copy at my current work. Four years later I still see it everyday. It reminds me of the sellout nature of both the work and my life.
Prior to that we have a reverse centaur. Which sounds like an urban dictionary term for some strange sexual position. It’s a great piece and one of the few that screams gay.
The family by the bedside sticks out as extremely personal. And the green monster reads to me like some mutant multiple eye beholder from Dungeons and Dragons era.
I love that each of these pieces is so distinctly different in style and intent. Yet all are paper graffiti. Brilliant.