“Making Art is like having an honest conversation with
yourself which you have the courage to show to others.”
was born in Berlin and obsessed with scribbling at an early age, to the
point of ripping down the wallpaper in our apartment so that I could
draw on the back. At school, in Toronto, I was always “that kid that
could draw” and almost always in trouble for it. Scribbling over
notebooks and drawing while I should have been studying was a source of
constant anguish. Since that early age I have learned to define myself
by the conflict that seems to exist between making Art and participating
in society. The tension between having a rich inner life and feeling
comfortable in ones surroundings has always been both a blessing and a
curse. On the other hand I can only be thankful for the many friends and
teachers who have aided and abetted my artistic pursuits. Any
self-doubt and confusion ended with the absolute freedom that was given
to Art students while attending York University. During my studies I
came to understand I am playing my part alongside all those people that
identify themselves as artists. After graduating, I have worked in
mostly design related fields, some notable, however I have also always
self initiated Art projects which were shown in a long line of
exhibitions in places like Prague, Berlin and here in Toronto. I’m
hoping that with persistence I can finally call myself a “professional
Artist”, one who is finally socially accepted for my own ideas while not
having to present design work for others.
This painting is much like the ancient art of alchemy where symbolic elements are mixed to form a completely different entity a life that seems to walk and breath on its own. Over the span of several months I gathered newspapers, and clippings that involved the horrible news which resonates our daily lives. Fires, earthquakes, war and worse threats to humanity were all layered thick and varnished on a blood red board, and left to fester. Other elements like latex and roofing tar were added and organically brought out the image in high contrast. Finally pencil, markers and a lot of old fashion oil and varnish were used to finish the machine.
This work took about 2 years to finish, there were times that I just didn't know what to do with it so I left it, but now that it's finished, I'm happy because I it's symbolically honest. It's not really a political work, instead the painting seemed to form itself from logical consequences. In a time when we humans should be coming together to clean up our own mess it seems that we are distracting ourselves and decapitating the institutions which we need to solve our problems.
What do we all really believe all this bad news about a shrinking future will add up to? Traditionally scarcity has lead to one thing, War.