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About:
Hometown: Washington, DC
Lived: Montana, New Mexico, Oregon
Now Living: Portland, OR; since 2003
Employment: Artist, Cook
Artist Statement
I am inspired from looking out my window and seeing a grey squirrel eating a banana peel mayonnaise torpedo on a neighbors front porch with a tow truck on fire across the street. I am inspired from reading the daily news and then talking to people at the corner store and getting the real daily news from the streets.
I use Sumi ink, spray paint, oil stick, and acrylic for mediums, and paint almost exclusively on recycled doors or scraps of wood. I also use found objects or recycled trash to create 3-D Dadaist combines and political, social, cultural or just staight-up spontaneous reflections about this most insane, beautiful, horrifying and fiendish world.
I love intangible, split-second moments in time, the ones which are forgotten, dismissed, or overlooked because they are too immediately abstract or absurd. ie: seeing some guy crossing the street and suddenly realizing that i want to bite a brick for ten hours straight while Linda Rhonstat belches constantly in a d minor tremelo to Roy Nagin whose on his knees, dressing red ants for the highschool prom. I try to express these moments in my art. I add humor and absurdity to make sense out of horror and fear...
Whatever the hell it is, I want to make sure it conveys a message, asks a question and insipres others to think outside the box. Or the circle. Or the shoe or car window.
Inspiration: Dada, punk rock, 1970's NY subway walls, street art and graff, taoism, old vinyl jazz and hip-hop, honky-tonkin' and old country, love and sex, old typewriters, old briefcases polotikin' coffee and frieks in creeks.
Thanks!
JG
"every night is some experience
out of a draught style of subordinate nolan ryan
microbial plastic ware;
when you take a dumpy dumper
in the public park
behind my house
it really
turns me on and gets me going:
you are so bleached out and yee-haw
sweet,
there is no way to saw directly
through a cashiers check
no matter the number of swine,
no matter
your corvette h'ourderve in the caspian sea."
-ancient dada proverb
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