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Mick Sheldon |
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ARTIST STATEMENT
Roy Deforest once
called me a painter of monsters but that
my monsters are people. His monsters are
dogs. He was right about mine of course
but now these monsters rather than just
being painted are drawn, carved, printed
and then painted. For the past two hundred
and forty some odd wood blocks the subject
matter of my work has been a mix of myth
and religion with subjects going from the
virtues and vices, the saints and sinners
and the second coming to many other
figurative and still-life works all the
way through to some big fun in the
suburbs. The newest artworks that you see
here are from my current group of images
that have to do with my real and imagined
life as a blue rabbit. When you live in
the world of the white middle class
suburban culture which is the only culture
never discussed, you must rely on your own
personal histories in order to make a
difference or just to make people take a
look at the work. I was raised on my
father’s local television kiddy show back
when T.V. was live and video wasn’t even
thought up yet. It was Nevada in the
fifties and sixties. He was a
ventriloquist with a yellow monkey and my
mother made me dress as a blue rabbit to
serve dutifully in the passing out of
Graham Crackers and chocolate milk to the
other children on his show. Once in a
while I would surprise everyone by
spelling the word Chrysanthemum when no
one else could. This is my culture and I
own it as I remember it for real and for
keeps. The pictures here are about my own
dramas some truth and some lies filled
with humor just to access your sense of
the curious and the ridiculous. No big
concepts. I made them for me. I made them
for you. |
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