hesaid HESAID a non linear narrative, illustrative paintings dealing with failed communications, failed relationships & self truths.In conjunction with the illustrative work a short performance “he said HESAID”, an exploration of immediate I LOVE YOUS & miscommunication that was presented for ARTexchange 2010 CAA Chicago. |
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I sit I think- I stand I writhe
Media: digital C print. (CKMY lab printed) size unframed 18"x14" / framed 20"x 24"
Edition: 1 portfolio of 9 digital C prints Price: each:$200 (framed) portfolio:$1500 (unframed)
I sit I think- I stand I writhe -an action shot self portrait of living alone & thinking with action. In the dead of Chicago Winter, alone for 3 days, due to a blizzard our character must play out his internal thoughts into actions. Clamoring for warmth, love and human companionship, he heats the room with light, dawns his boots, & creates a dance in hope of a lover to come to his rescue.
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Two Men - Watercolor Postcards - 5" × 7" - H2O color, Marker & Collage |
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the two men walked in the spring snow, salt ruining their shows. hand holding was now obsolete & fake smiles replaced love & romantics |
his heart |
he dots his "I"s & crosses his "T"s -he looked for the other in words lightly spoken - always truth - the words in truth are - he only tells 1/2 the time |
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he took my hand & walked me forward |
I took the 1/2 eaten words of a former lover - cooking in his pot was a sad recipe for love - I ate the food, drank the wine & tasted the desert of his skull. nourishment only lasts for a few hours - I thought I had been fulfilled |
I was silent; I had no idea about who he is or was the lines crossed & barrels broken, the water glass was a liquid of sleep & i awoke drinking him in. |
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| the man sat and wondered for a while was he in love or in lust? The seaman had become cold, his ideas unclear, his heart had stopped. | put through me like a sword- knife -is the lips of a lover so torn by his own teeth - I bleed your ideas & Ideals - tell me the looks of deep set eyes are of my past lovers |
put the gun towards my heart - pull the trigger, let it up - last breath- my breath- to you - is for you- is with you - is with me - TAKE IT AWAY |
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| tasting his lips he then put a finger in my mouth forcing his hips in to mine - his smell filled my mind - his arms felt so good - don't let me go | he took in the tide - this was not salt water - this was not a baptisim - this was fresh, clean & cold |