Oil on paper mounted to canvas
14 by 11 inches
Shown as part The Primitive Electric, sold from that show.
This is again drawing from the same Troma/horror/comedy anti-aesthetic I had come up with, same as a painting like Sun City. Searing colors, figures coming apart, unease.
I think there were maybe a lot of people who thought this was about trying to "render" with a palette knife, or something, or trying to a make a Frank Auerbach painting.
No matter how many times I specifically referenced horror and comedy, like say, Rosemary's Baby and Chris Farley, and it never landed, even if the work sold. It's all live laugh or love out there.
There are many paintings made like this on instagram now that have nothing to do with this work, and if that genre existed when I made this, I had no awareness of it.
I wasn't rendering anything as a painter except maybe a wide-angle montage, a mental state (not my own). I don't care about rendering with a palette knife, or watercolor, I never have. I don't care about conventional beauty either. That's not me in the reflection. This, like everything else I've made, is meant to trigger a reaction.