Assemblages & Monotypes
With many years built upon creating artwork, and with the death of my best friend and mentor, as well as my mother, I felt a need for reflection, to pause for a moment to see where I’ve been, what have I accomplished, and why. As well as to look ahead, to see where I want to go artistically and personally. After a three year hiatus, something new is emerging.
Now some people may go to the shore for a rest, some may go to the country for a visit, and some folks enjoy the city for a weekend get-a-way. Whereas my visit to Mongoland was as close as my own backyard. My “trip” helped clarify my artistic direction, as well as consolidate my love of “junk” and art. I found that a bit of fence, some rusty nails, an old doll, twigs, broken chair legs, and bedazzling costume jewelry can all come together to become something new and interesting.
(Photo by Mark McD Photos)
Flea markets, old basements and attics, dumpsters, and objects found while walking the dog, have always held a fascination for me. What is cast off by society, thrown out, and discarded, may still hold value in this world as it is repurposed and recycled, into something new, something interesting, something now wanted and appreciated again by the world.
So I will happen upon a face, an item, a bit of bark that catches my eye or tugs at my soul, and I will create a new life, freeing it from it’s heretofore demise. Disparate detritus is used to create my narrative. And as the architect of this new creation, I add color and texture and mood and feeling to fit my own interpretation of the precedent. These discards are assembled until I have a transmigration: with parts of the original, but certainly not the same. So a life has been rejoined, reborn, reincarnated for the soulful satisfaction and visual impudence of its creator. And, as well, for the thoughtful enjoyment of others.