At Space Gallery, SF, September, 2009.
"Are you ready? You seem ready. It doesn't seem like you are fucking around."
"What do you want?"
"Money. I need money, I need to sell some work."
"Make small work that we can sell for cheap, then. The economy is fucked."
"Hmmmm..." (thinks, "what the hell am I doing with my life?")
Makes small work we can sell for cheap. Makes cheap work about about what it means to be cheap, and what it means to be sold, and how it feels to be sold cheap. Make work about commodity, about exchange symbols, about exchange, about dreams, about value, about the soul, about style. Make them small. Make them cheap.
Be an artist.
graphite, ink, oil, resin on 15 birch panels
variable, individual panels 10 x 10 inches