Humor is the lowliest of the lowly while art is the loftiest of the lofty; the two disciplines are just dying to be dumped at a dinner table together. An argument is guaranteed to ensue between the irreverent proto-democrat and the pontifical oligarch, and I want to be there to see it happen.
Almost everything is boring, and trying not to be cliché is unbelievably cliché: the only things I don't find dopey are incredibly dopey. Instead of purely using creativity and imagination to generate an alternate world into which the viewer may enter or translate experience into some kind of pictographic alphabet, I present the viewer with a caricatured reality about the world itself in a skewed and inconsistent language. Through communication with satirical humor and at times inflammatory imagery, I use art as a way to electrify humans’ curiosity and push to subvert and confuse values– even those as supposedly sacred to the artist as art itself. I want to direct the viewer’s gaze not to the black and white, but to the grey. I’m not creating art to simply talk about art, but to interpret high, low, and middlebrow visual language in physiognomic pictorial jokes. I’m a little pretentious as the reader can perhaps tell, but at least I didn’t consult the online thesaurus to write this… I used a real one like an authentic tool.