I finished hanging my show today. I hate it. Really, could we put this off for another, like, YEAR for me to feel resolved? I read the show as being very much about a body of work in transition. There are three elements, three disparate elements, each engaging in its own way, and enigmatically connected by an intensity of focus and sensuality, by a wedding of fecundity and anxiety. But. I see the plum blossoms as part of an immersive environment, no longer tied to the male body, but to an abstract experience of color and form. Oh I don’t know, come see for yourself and tell me what you think. The show opens Thursday night. I’m never, ever working intuitively again. Men.
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui