Models: Martyrs Without Cause.

the fester of something so robustly powerful in into something trivial is the root of this idea. 

*this is meant to bore you.*

Summer of '06, i traveled around europe with the mind set of enjoying some of the world's finest and most powerful works of art.  of course, one of the best places to see inspiring and powerful art is rome.  it was in rome where i became a born-again agnostic.

Supply and Demon

"I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness (is a warm gun)
Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Happiness (is a warm gun, momma)

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot"

"happiness is a warm gun" by the beatles was stuck on repeat inside my brain as i shuffled through the vatican gawking at the abundance of crucifixes, re-born jesus' and a plethora of other dying and tortured saints.  all of the images blurred into a diluted mass of sameness. i had become apathetic to the greatness of these depictions.  i could now better understand the testimonials i read as a kid of soldiers of the liberating armies feeling ashamed that after a few days at a concentration camp they had grown callous to growing mountains of bodies.  i was blown away that something as powerful as jesus, bloody and tortured,  could lose its meaning if cheapened by abundance.  

Models: Martyrs Without A Cause

the fester of something so robustly powerful in into something trivial is the root of this idea.  i woke up one cynical morning to with a plan to make the beautiful super model a meaningless object. (a stretch, i know.)   i was going to draw/paint an endless stream of beautifully vapid models - gorgeous and mundane - with long legs, perfect symmetry and empty stares.  i proved myself right - it took fewer than 15 drawings for me to get too bored of this daft endeavor.