We will have eradicated life on planet earth and, dying of thirst, and attempting to breathe in a toxic atmosphere on a bare rock (the planet), we will wonder why we were over-breeding like a locust infestation.
I see the world as a petri dish where we represent just one biological smear, an enigma torn between our physical reality and its emotional dependencies. We don't have a soul but a conscience that does not always serve us well. My work is an exploration of our physical and emotional boundaries and the resulting conflict between the two.
Things started to come apart: we blamed each other for things little and large: cracks opened. Staying in the same house got progressively harder for us. I have to take responsibility for doing nothing to change the direction things were going. It really was my fault, and I’d declined a wonderful opportunity and wrecked almost twenty years of our very excellent relationship. Being pig-headed is an expensive behavior form, but I fit the definition, nicely. By mutual decision, I “temporarily” moved into a small campus area rental property we owned. I strayed. I strayed a lot.
A couple of months ago we received an e-mail with links to a two-part documentary by Gwen Stacy on street art in Rome, Italy. The short films came from David Capone of Dioniso Punk. It's a good thing a few of the artists featured in the films speak English, because I would have been lost in translation from the Italian -- except for the art, which speaks to the eye, not the ear. Spectacular. We've got great wall art in New York, and other places in the States, but the walls of Rome and its socio-political-artistic histories provide a different influence, as seen in these urban canvases. I asked David if he would elaborate a bit on the details of their work...