Tomorrow a prospective dealer is coming over to look at my new work. I’ve put together a dvd of all the images that I’d like to show in the gallery, including juxtapositions and wall arrangements.
In looking at the compilation, I thought about being a kid, when every brief glimpse of human flesh or body hair was accompanied by a thrill of discovery, flesh finally unveiled. With all the access that the internet, TV, film, and street fairs have provided to the male body, a lot of the mystery and intimacy of the body, for me, has been lost. I think I’m trying to find visual experiences of the body that are intimate yet unfamiliar; sometimes wierd, as bodies are, and revealed in ways that approximate my engagement with the terrain—Busby Berkeley orchestrating a chorus of hairy shoulders through the prism of a single-lens reflex, teetering between abstraction and spectacle.
I adore this dealer, and would love to show in this space. Keep your fingers crossed for me.