Been in an existential patch these past few days ... thinking about art and what it does, and why we attach to it ... and objects in general and why we attach to them ... and that we may, by simply bathing our treasures in attachment, invest them with some sort of power .... yak yak yak...
A while back I was working on portraits with symbolic interior elements, larger pieces than lately .... allegorical portraits if you let the objects do the storytelling. It's not that I don't REALLY appreciate the work I have now, but I do hunger to get back to something a bit meatier ... on a canvass I have trouble lifting.
In the ideation phase now: here is an experimental interior (photograph) (my bedroom actually) ... around the idea of living with art and objects and how they tell our stories... not a new idea certainly, just my take on it. This would be a self portrait if you consider my reflection in the clock cabinet window. I like the layers: the reflection of the subject ... a painting of a painting of objects ... yak yak yak ...
