Growing up in the 80‘s I was mesmerised by the
breakfast cereal commercials advertising a “surprise toy” in the bottom
of the box. I generally would dig through the cereal and find the
hidden treasure immediately after opening it. Also, treasure chests were
a recurring theme through out my entire childhood: the cardboard one
filled with party favors and candy in the classroom(one could select
something upon getting an “A” on a test), in movies and stories about
pirates, in cartoons. There were also other kinds of magical containers:
the “Ark of the Covenant”, the ghost traps from “Ghostbusters”,
Christmas gifts, a baby in a womb, the genie in the lamp, the story of
“Pandora’s Box”, Jimmy Hoffa’s safe, King Tut’s sarcophagus...the list
goes on.
On a symbolic level these images have become
intertwined in my mind. The idea of hidden vessels containing mythic,
unknown relics, magical powers and strange beings excites me. As I have
gotten older and more aware of the true state of things, I have come to
realize that these “treasure chests” do not always contain what we hope
for and that some are best left undiscovered and unopened. In spite of
that, the thrill of discovery is a very human state.
I think
about kids of today and the surprises of the world they live in and how
they compare to my experience. In this information age, an awareness of
war and instability has become ever present. The toys of a child can
vary greatly depending on where they grow up and their particular
culture. A fascination with the unknown and forbidden things can make us
covet dangerous objects and symbols as we grow older. That being said,
this is not a political work but instead a childish arrangement of
shapes and colors that suggests a state of weightlessness. It’s a
pondering not a conclusion. It is open to serious interpretation or to
simple amusement.
I think that in the world of today, the
spectrum of what can be considered “pop” is larger than ever. I like
work that implies things but never spells them out, art that plays with
line, color and shape. I admire people with a near-fetishized personal
design aesthetic that is quirky and unique to their life and experience.
Some thoughts on the painting... a ghost bursts forth from a chest
like a soul leaving a body at death or coming through a portal after
reincarnation. He could also be a bottled-up emotion coming out in a
cathartic release. A cloud made of the vaccum of space is also revealed;
a void of awareness where all mythologies and opposing symbols can
have relative significances. A variety of objects seem to float around
this hip-hop spirit. On his mind are fixations about secret societies,
power and magic. The “ring-pop” is a reflection on a moment of simple
childhood pleasures mixed with the adult awareness of human obsession
with signifiers of wealth and status. The Dungeons and Dragons dice can
represent the escapism of imaginative fantasy and the cold truth of
chance in our real lives. A silver coin is luck, wealth and something we
put in vending machines(another type of treasure chest). Bats and doves
are good and evil, love and fear(not to mention holiday decorations)!
The glowing vampire teeth is a strong symbol to me that partly reminds
me of the fun of Halloween and also makes me think of parasites and
consumerism. Lastly I think it relates to the “instinctive fear symbol”
of a predatory animal’s jaws from prehistoric times when we were hunted.
Of course there is a heart in the midst of this seeming chaos. It is
filled with love and innocence and is sensitive to the damage of the
melee but always regenerates itself. The grenade contains anxiety and
things out of our control. It reminds me of war and carelessness. I hear
it ticking but am not sure when it will explode. Masonic symbols have
always fascinated me because of my family history and because of
Masonry’s iconic, mythical status in hip hop culture. I enjoy symbols
that represent secret things, the fact that they are mysterious is what
gives them power. We can also create our own meanings and associations
about them. Finally, no treasure is complete without a lock and key.
Maybe the greatest treasure chest is our own mind. We are
simultaneously hiding things and unlocking things about ourselves that
even we can’t always control or understand. It’s not finding the
treasures of life but looking for them that often seems most rewarding.
We are wondering what’s hidden inside and if lucky, discovering
something revelatory and beautiful that breaks the monotony of survival.