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I get pretty excited by degradation. Of images, that is. When you take a great 1/2" doodle on crummy paper and photocopy it with the copier set to maximum magnification, one generation after the next until it fills the page--that picture, now that's something. Maybe accompanying my mom, when I was a toddler, on visits to her chain of copy stores up and down the east coast had something to do with it. I'm still fascinated by "flawed" image reproduction--uneven inking of old wood-type posters, spray-paint overspray, and paintings where you can see each brushstroke. I used to work in art departments all over Manhattan; I learned numerous technological ways to produce a perfect, huge, photographic image. I don't see the point in using paint and brushes to attempt the same thing. The imperfections of the process, the visible hand of the craftsman, are what makes handmade images interesting to me--a painting or print, as I see it, should show the person who made it. Representation
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Shows 2004 2003 El
Rey's Barganza 2002 El
Rey's Mind-Roastingly Supreme Art Party Group
Shows 2003 2002 2001 Education |
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