Grotesque Realism

I don’t really have words for these paintings.


I can’t explain them.


They come out of the life around me, out of 21st century America.


But as I paint I feel myself slipping into the late medieval world of Rabalais’ Gargantua, a world shaped by agonies of poverty and violence yet transfigured by the grotesque excitements
of carnival.


I’m not sure there’s any real difference between Rabelais’ world and ours.


pen & ink on paper 11” x 17”