This project was truly an artistic expression of global Christianity— there in Chelsea of all places, we were at the heart of a transgression of cultural & religious boundaries.
Could there be two underground comic artists who deal with the exact same neuroses– or is it just one man who deals with his neuroses in two different manners?
Every surface of every object in Chennai seemed to be like this wall: faded paint, crumbling, pockmarked, rusted – a whole universe of texture and color.
Four contemporary artists approach the subject of a Burger King hamburger in different ways ranging from digital photography, to Polaroid film and a flatbed scanner.
I neither wanted to confront the open wound of the Rape of Nanjing myself, nor did I think art had anything to do with its healing. I’ve always felt that government reparations are what were needed, not art. Art seemed useless.
If you wish to succeed in the art world, do what you would never dream of doing in the real one.
Because I tend to fall into the romance of an idea quicker than Clark Griswold, this mission, this project, this role drew me and made me wonder if they could still use an old guy as a mud angel now. I had once dabbled in what I thought was restoration until an old, tobacco-chewing mechanic set me straight.
That afternoon read much like a romance novel, as piece by piece I fell in love with the story that unfolded before my eyes, discovering striking ties to my own woven deep within its pages.
Apparently, it can be as difficult to define “Art” as to define “Reality.”