These scenes, a reflection on brief moments which affect present actions, are explored and recreated in paper by appropriating using parts of previous paintings which I have cut up and saved, as well as remnants from the Johnny Painstroke performances.
Stand up and Shake the Man's Hand
12" x 11" x 7"
I don't remember shaking a hand until I was 21 years old. In 2001 I studied for a semester in Florence Italy. The impact that had on my life and work was immense. The downside to that experience was the culture shock I experienced upon returning home. The awkwardness of life It was then that I experienced my first handshake. A former professor of mine introduced me to the dean of the fine arts department. I remember sitting there like a sad sack until my professor said "Stand up and shake the man's hand." I leapt up to shake his hand... and I got a limp handshake. To this day I have a complex with greetings and handshakes.