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I've always thought religious paintings were endlessly hilarious
and
disturbing. They do nothing but instill within me some vague sense of
dread,
as if I will be forever left out of a conversation I wasn't meant to
understand in the first place. There are some, for example, which
revolve
around a tumultuous crowd of slightly disproportionate bodies
surrounding a
man in a beard washing another mans feet. It's unsettling.
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The majority of the work presented here is directly related to my
own
bewilderment when confronted with these old, battered Biblical images.
I
steal predominantly Christian staples: intense, startled facial
expressions
and uncomfortable-looking postures. I combine that familiar imagery
with an
incongruous, improvisational narrative, noticeably lacking any Holy
figure or
centerpiece. These paintings are devoid of meaning, despite layers of
seemingly grave and hyper-serious imagery. The irony within the search
for an
answer that wasn't there to begin with is funny to me. These paintings
are
funny.
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I've always thought religious paintings were endlessly hilarious
and
disturbing. They do nothing but instill within me some vague sense of
dread,
as if I will be forever left out of a conversation I wasn't meant to
understand in the first place. There are some, for example, which
revolve
around a tumultuous crowd of slightly disproportionate bodies
surrounding a
man in a beard washing another mans feet. It's unsettling.
