August Love Vollbrecht
Region: MFA Annual
Dystopia is an easy out for all artists, a swear word in a rap song. I paint for my own self-worth. How do I make this crazy ****ing (oops) **** (oops) function? I ask myself when I begin to paint. The paintings are resolved when the conflict between “proper” and instinctive are at peace. I repudiate all ideas of ground, depth, and image, turning my back on formalism. Painting cannot escape painting, but maybe my romanticism will lead to conclusion without a script.
Sorry about the language, Grandpa.
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