The art I am currently creating reflects who I am in the present. But it's a product of who I was in the past. I have always been immersed in pop culture as far back as I can remember. It's in my blood. It's who I am. Culture in and of itself exists within us all, but man, when it pops, it should POP! Comic books, films, music...so colorful in it's execution and diversity. It's not all visually colorful, but also colorful in it's variety. It's exciting, sad, happy, violent, thoughtful, etc...in my mind I see things in large blocks of space and color. The details are vague. They elude me. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I've heard the devil exists within them. Who needs those sorts of troubles? Not me.
My subjects are female. Why? Because I love a good mystery. The kind that's never solved. I know what the male mind thinks about. Within the dark recesses of it's inner core exists disgusting monsters of habit. Shudder. The last thing I want to bring to life on canvas is that dirty little truth. Perhaps what lies at the center of the female being is the same, but who knows? Not me. And I doubt I ever will, nor do I hope to. The best things in life are those things that are always just out of reach. How we imagine things are usually better than the reality itself.
I'm content to keep searching.