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.

RITE OF SPRING

(diptych) oil on canvas 56 ”x 88”