Monday, August 16, 2004

1984

These paintings I'm working on are hilarious.

I've decided I'm going to reach back in time to my teenage years and dredge up the worst of it all, all the mullets, the frosty blue eyeliner, the fat mean Hull hoodsie girls, the MC Hammer pants, all that John Waters type of stuff that made me think Columbine thoughts.

It's painful if you are the geek or freak at school, but when you grow up, and even before then, you should find the good and the humor in it. Consider it a blessing that the "norms" have singled you out. That means there's hope for you after all, that you might be the one to contribute something original and meaningful to our kind, that you will be the one who won't be doomed to a life of subdivisons, minivans, the grey office cube and watching Friends reruns.

It's not enough to merely exist. Bill Gates, Tim Burton, Lance Armstrong, think of all the geeks (yes, Lance was a geek, he didn't even get invited to his class reunion in white-bread super-suburban Plano TX) who have contributed something meaningful and inspiring.

When you realize they hate you because you are good, it may be shocking, but use it to your advantage. You have the edge, now use it!

These paintings will be about how we let culture, clothes and hair define us, how it separates those who "belong" from those who don't, and how those who "belong" are actually afraid of those who don't. It carries over from adolescence and our petty concerns about style and appearances into our adult lives and our obsessive desire to still be one of "them" through the same exact things.

You are not your job. You are not your khakis. Or, are you?


"There's safety in numbers
When you learn to divide
How can we be in, if there is no outside?"

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