In the streets of Lower Manhattan I am concentrating until spring on Bisomen. Large outline paintings, the graffiti and torn posters becomes the interior of each figure. Transient, many paintings disappear quickly, but continually replaced by new. I am proceeding with this work as a painting Xhibition. My gallery: Prince to Chambers, Greenwich to Orchard.
My experience of making this work is very intense. I slap on
my paint as quickly as possible, watching my own back. I do not see what I do
until I step away and then I see it as a stranger. Every stroke has to be
decisive, fast and rough.
A clean wall does not want graffiti. Sprayed-on signs and
signatures are provocation and protest. But empty buildings and construction
sites attract scrawls irresistibly. It has always been so, since humans began
drawing on rocks and cave walls. A contemporary wall of
massed markings shows a range of invention and become a lush textured field.
Here, my merging in of a glyphic animal intensifies the
whole.