 The image in the previous post is a "virtual" version of a series I did in the early to mid-'90s, of acrylic and gouache molecules painted on giant, taped together sheets of doodled-on, throwaway paper. I did quite a few of these pieces (detail of one above--full sized one in progress below) before moving to New York and getting minimalist religion.
 I mean, I like the ability of avowedly maximalist work to upset people. Collectors prefer elegant black and white abstractions that fade into the background, and the bad kid in me wants to make something they'll totally hate. And these are bad--there are a lot of degraded, half-finished pin-up girl drawings you can't see in the scanned polaroid, and bug-eyed caricatures, just the worst stuff. I'm compelled to do this kind of work (still) but once it's finished and I step back and look at it, I sometimes wish I hadn't.
I'm sure these images, or much like them, drew me to this site--I am totally fascinated by them, bridging something that I felt uncompelled about the eighties, flip-plop about couldn't care about the nineties, and just grab me now. If they're finished then so be it, though may be a strange record ahead of time.
Thanks. I appreciate your interest. This type of work will continue, it just probably won't be physically painted. I got sick from oil paint and turpentine fumes when I worked (obsessively) with those materials, then switched to acrylic and got repetitive stress injuries in my wrists from painting thousands of atoms. So far working with the computer hasn't damaged my health. (More personal detail than anyone needed, I know.)
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The image in the previous post is a "virtual" version of a series I did in the early to mid-'90s, of acrylic and gouache molecules painted on giant, taped together sheets of doodled-on, throwaway paper. I did quite a few of these pieces (detail of one above--full sized one in progress below) before moving to New York and getting minimalist religion.
I mean, I like the ability of avowedly maximalist work to upset people. Collectors prefer elegant black and white abstractions that fade into the background, and the bad kid in me wants to make something they'll totally hate. And these are bad--there are a lot of degraded, half-finished pin-up girl drawings you can't see in the scanned polaroid, and bug-eyed caricatures, just the worst stuff. I'm compelled to do this kind of work (still) but once it's finished and I step back and look at it, I sometimes wish I hadn't.
- tom moody 6-21-2004 11:32 pm
I'm sure these images, or much like them, drew me to this site--I am totally fascinated by them, bridging something that I felt uncompelled about the eighties, flip-plop about couldn't care about the nineties, and just grab me now. If they're finished then so be it, though may be a strange record ahead of time.
- anonymous (guest) 6-23-2004 5:22 pm
Thanks. I appreciate your interest. This type of work will continue, it just probably won't be physically painted. I got sick from oil paint and turpentine fumes when I worked (obsessively) with those materials, then switched to acrylic and got repetitive stress injuries in my wrists from painting thousands of atoms. So far working with the computer hasn't damaged my health. (More personal detail than anyone needed, I know.)
- tom moody 6-23-2004 11:18 pm