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Dear LJ,
Possibly I am falling for you. I find myself in a place that I have never been. Not until I met you. That's what's going on in my head.
What's going on in my head and why am I doing what's taking place before you? What does it do? All eyes on you. Staring, judging, critiquing. Its time for a "Crit." Artwork crits itself, this time it crits you. Attempting to make elusive statements that parallel the work. Parallel statements that run, mirroring the viewer who runs or walks around the arena with no where else to go. "Judgment day" is here! Are you ready for it? White fence, crowds, faces stare in oil at the viewer, the student, or the teacher, or the family member confronting the confronted confrontationally. Panels of masonite, a lot of them covered repeatedly with faces apear over and over and over and over. Some recognizeable and some not, mostly not. Variety in the faces generate excitement in the viewer. Why again? Because judgment in my life is everywhere, growing up Dad always said "Speak clearly and dress sharply at all times, people judge you and treat you accordingly to how you look and act." Growing up along side horse maniac friends, and some not, at horse shows the artist especially felt those words take shape. Take shape through memory and construct. Shape that memory into an experience that forces that judgment on others. How deeply do others judge me? Exploring the range of how deep judgments effect people's behavior with regard to seemingly superficial things drives this investigation. Inescapeable. Ready or not Judgment Day is here.
Possibly I am falling for you. I find myself in a place that I have never been. Not until I met you. That's what's going on in my head.
What's going on in my head and why am I doing what's taking place before you? What does it do? All eyes on you. Staring, judging, critiquing. Its time for a "Crit." Artwork crits itself, this time it crits you. Attempting to make elusive statements that parallel the work. Parallel statements that run, mirroring the viewer who runs or walks around the arena with no where else to go. "Judgment day" is here! Are you ready for it? White fence, crowds, faces stare in oil at the viewer, the student, or the teacher, or the family member confronting the confronted confrontationally. Panels of masonite, a lot of them covered repeatedly with faces apear over and over and over and over. Some recognizeable and some not, mostly not. Variety in the faces generate excitement in the viewer. Why again? Because judgment in my life is everywhere, growing up Dad always said "Speak clearly and dress sharply at all times, people judge you and treat you accordingly to how you look and act." Growing up along side horse maniac friends, and some not, at horse shows the artist especially felt those words take shape. Take shape through memory and construct. Shape that memory into an experience that forces that judgment on others. How deeply do others judge me? Exploring the range of how deep judgments effect people's behavior with regard to seemingly superficial things drives this investigation. Inescapeable. Ready or not Judgment Day is here.