A painting about fucking an artist who fucked the art world.
I “selfied” in that deep red colored piece at the whitney, the guy standing behind me in the picture kind of looks like you. I’m secretly hoping you adorn all of your personal spaces with “bad” kitschy art. But you probably love having your own work surrounding you. Maybe you should show me around some time? I read that Carl Swanson, NY Mag, called you the “puppet master.” Watching that girl walk around the gallery floor informing her friends that your painting looked like Bound 2 Seaworld Edition. But thats probably the thing that you would just love to hear. You’re getting the reaction from her that you wanted, no? Do you think you would be able to “master” me sometime too? Have I ever told you that I’ve always wanted to ride one of your balloon animals, don’t you think that would feel nice? I want to see myself, with you, in the reflection of one of the massive balloon dogs. It’d be like playing Horsey. Sometimes its fun just to play. You know? You play so much in your work, take a break. Play with me instead. I can treat you like you were “made in heaven.” Why would you want to fuck the fabricator when you could fuck the man with all of the ideas? That seems like more fun doesn’t it? Sometimes I wonder if bringing your work to the finish line is the only thing you would do for an audience. I can’t imagine you not wanting to be the one that fucked the artist who had fucked the art world if our roles had been reversed. Wouldn’t you have wanted to be with me? Is this the kind of emotional state you try to put all of your viewers in? I hope you can be as unapologetic with me as you are with the press. I hope you got your “physical excitement and intellectual stimulation” out of this, was it nice baby?
Ode to Ole' Mr. Klimt (painting studies)
stretched fabric over prefabricated stretcher bars
each 16" x 16"
titty tray (summer ashes)
acrylic, latex housepaint, spraypaint, and cut paper on canvas
62" x 54"
overgrown misplaced thoughts
acrylic, latex housepaint, spraypaint, and cut paper