The last few months. (In search of meanings)

The last few months I’ve been on a search for that driving force that pushed me for many years.  The year has been busy with work, painting, music, and digging into the dark parts that I tried to ignore for the longest.  It’s a good feeling to rediscover things about yourself.   I recently made a new site that has a combination of the many things I’ve been working on.   The site is still coming along… I suggestion checking it out . www.bangzoompop.com

I’ve got  a ton of my old illustrations.  I’m trying to collect my ne pieces to be scanned.  I’ve also been offered a gig drawing a few comic pages again.  Which is a bonus.  The paintings are coming along.  I’ve been posting progress via Instagram.  A lot of the new work is post there as well.  http://instagram.com/revodubois  Going to up date the site with this once I get a better scanner.

Been thinking about living and following your dreams.  I had a good talk with an artist friend of mine, Akira Beard.  His thoughts about life and art are pretty on par with how I feel about creating and where it comes from. We conversed about art and the spirit.  The way that art can pull out and examine neurosis.  It was a breathe of fresh air to find someone with similar thoughts.

I find that there is so many good artist out there.  So many well done pieces, but how much of it means anything.  I see so much work that is a almost like a brand  work that feels like a McDonald’s logo.  You just keep being beaten over the head with something that is souless, like  a painting of a celebrity… When was it the job of the artist to just give into celebrity.  When did we just become microphones for pop culture.   Was it Warhol?  Have we not recovered from what he was doing?

In Warhol’s time it was original.  After reading the philosophy of Andy Warhol, written by the artist himself, you get a clearer picture of what his work meant.  He was bringing down the “high art” elite feeling and bringing it to the same level as the everyday artistic values we see.  The design of the Coke , the soup can, and the celebrity that we see on the big screen, but we’ve come farther than that.  In our world celebrity has taken over, art is now ever present and viewable by the public, and access to it is a click away.  I think that now,  if you paint a picture of some childhood nostalgia it is just as bad as a movie remake.  You’re regurgitating an idea that is not your own.   Is it a connection to  a “simpler” time or the just because pop is something everyone recognizes… Is it wrong for me to think of is as unoriginal…    I dunno.  I’m ranting.  More power to those artist, but it’s an unsatisfying visual meal.  I hunger for something that brings fits of synesthesia.  Something that can make me hear sounds, and ask questions about meaning in this world and the one of the artist.  I’m consistantly in search for meaning through painting.

  I just finished reading Concerning The Spiritual in Art by Wassily Kandinsky.   His theories a about art and how to move it forward are inspiring.
“The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal, but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.” (Kandinsky, 54)  I’m just looking for meaning in art just like I look for it in music.  I want something to move me, to question an artist’s motives,  the artist’s inspirations, the life the artist themself… I want to have to look deeper.  I want to be confused, angered, scared, and excited.

Last tie I felt this was the Ai Wei Wei Show at the Brooklyn Museum of Art.  At first, I was confused by some of his pieces, angered at how basic some of it was, but as I kept going you could see the power and the connection between all the pieces.  After I left the exhibition it all kind of sank in.  the ideas of change, transition, breaking tradition…defiance.  I was left in awe.  The artist made his life the art work.  He was the piece. How do you make life art?

Cognition : ID, Ego, and SuperEgo

This autobiographical mythos is a language—much like the hieroglyphs of Egyptian, Aztec, and Asiatic cultures, written languages that were one part image, one part sound, and one part phrase. Each piece stands alone but is a part of a larger visual narrative. Within the work, various symbols create a coded language that in turn creates a phrase, speech, or title. This coded language not only speaks to the fictional visual narrative but is also a reflection of my own life. Deeply personal messages, thoughts, theories, and experiences are on display. The image itself reflects aspects of the fictional mythological narrative. There is a coded language present within the images. This code speaks to the worlds of reality and the dreamscape. The symbols, plants, items, animals, colors, words, numbers, and figures contain specific meaning to the character or deity while also speaking of actual events in my life. These events are tagged into each piece, creating the last feature. The breaking and exploding are representations of myself as I delve into my own psyche. This is me self-dissecting my psychology.

Within a single painting the work stands out as a phrase.  An example would be the Fox Mask (Sex) + Space Halo (A place) + Knowledge Halo (to learn) = a place to learn through Sex = Sexuality…  Use of triptychs allow the phrase of one piece to grow and become more elaborate telling a larger story.   The repeating image of breaking and exploding are representations of me delving into my own psyche.  This is a self dissection of  my  psychology.

The number 3, much like the language theme, appears throughout the series, and is reflected in “The Three Obsessions” (Art, Sex, and Death), “The Cursed, Jaded, and Relentless” (Knowledge, Time, and Space), and “The Dancing Passions” (Love, Life, and Music/Sound). Breaking this up is the wandering character, the Arbiter, an avatar representing the artist—myself. (Plus, I can’t afford models.) In this dreamscape world the Arbiter changes through his interaction with the deities. These forms are Jungian archetypes.

The first interactions are with “The Three Obsessions”.  This transforms the Arbiter into Ego, ID, and Superego. This is a well known Freudian  concept.  This is a  look into my own mind, while adding to the story of the Arbiter’s Journey.  Ego is a dark figure with giant hands, electric hair, a brilliant chakra, and color pumping through his veins; The Creator. Ego is my reality.  This figure appears when the Arbiter is endowed by Art.  Ego is the search for pleasure through the real world.  It is the force in which I find my solace through creative means.  His large hands are a representation of tools used to get there.  They are also a force used to destroy.  This aggressive aspect is a link to ID.

ID is a feral figure with wolf eyes, sharp fangs, a bottle of whiskey and long, loose hair: the Outlaw. This figure is predominant in proximity to Sex. It touches upon my primal ambitions and pleasure-seeking nature. This figure shouts down all thought and self-scrutiny. This primal urge has been fought, but must sometimes be surrendered to. A freeing release from the constraints of Time and Space. The primitive nature of Sex (Eros) and aggression (Thanatos/Death), and their kinship to each other are why the two deities are closely bound in this narrative.

Superego is an angelic figure wearing a Tibetan Shiva mask, wings, and a fiery sword, rides a white horse, and has a hole where his heart should be: the Ruler. This figure is a product of the Arbiter and Death. Superego is the judge and punisher of actions. The consciousness of experiences. This consciousness also creates the “Guilt Ghost”. This figure is no deity, but a lingering specter of societal norms and scruples forced on me by past influences. (Parents, teachers, etc.) Superego represents the aspect of the person I should be, or want to be. Though this form is a terrifying image, it is a silent judge of the actions of mankind, revealing itself only when circumstances are dire. It is a reflection of a saint or martyr complex that silently plays in the back of my thoughts.