“Saturday 9:12 AM” 36 × 48 inches, Oil on linen
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
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In my last home outside Chicago, I had a bank of mirrors. The rooms were on the ground floor, unlike the view in this painting. Sometimes I would dash naked past the windows on my way from the bathroom to the bedroom to get my clothes. That ordinary little trip got me thinking about exhibitionism, aging, and sexual desire. Do people want to see someone like me naked?
Here, I’ve taken that experience and reworked the setting. The mirrors repeat my body and parts of the room. I’m looking out, but I’m also visible from more than one direction. There’s something about that repetition that interests me, and maybe a little nihilism in it too. I don’t have a neat explanation for all of it. George Tooker’s paintings were also on my mind.
Another reference was Elmer Bischoff’s “Yellow Lampshade,” particularly the relationship between the cool light outside the window and the warmth inside. I’m riffing on that relationship with an almost monochromatic palette. The pale blue outside plays against the warmer gray-browns of the room and my body. The differences are restrained, but they still separate the interior from the world beyond the glass.
The dark verticals of the windows and mirrors divide the space, while the angled patches of light and shadow carry it across the floor. The body has weight and visible brush marks, set against those straighter architectural lines. The chair and its reflection become part of the repetition too.
I’m interested in the awkwardness of being both the person looking and the person who might be looked at. The painting gives me a way to explore that without pretending I’ve settled how I feel about it.
“Saturday 9:12 AM” 36 × 48 inches, Oil on linen
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
In my last home outside Chicago, I had a bank of mirrors. The rooms were on the ground floor, unlike the view in this painting. Sometimes I would dash naked past the windows on my way from the bathroom to the bedroom to get my clothes. That ordinary little trip got me thinking about exhibitionism, aging, and sexual desire. Do people want to see someone like me naked?
Here, I’ve taken that experience and reworked the setting. The mirrors repeat my body and parts of the room. I’m looking out, but I’m also visible from more than one direction. There’s something about that repetition that interests me, and maybe a little nihilism in it too. I don’t have a neat explanation for all of it. George Tooker’s paintings were also on my mind.
Another reference was Elmer Bischoff’s “Yellow Lampshade,” particularly the relationship between the cool light outside the window and the warmth inside. I’m riffing on that relationship with an almost monochromatic palette. The pale blue outside plays against the warmer gray-browns of the room and my body. The differences are restrained, but they still separate the interior from the world beyond the glass.
The dark verticals of the windows and mirrors divide the space, while the angled patches of light and shadow carry it across the floor. The body has weight and visible brush marks, set against those straighter architectural lines. The chair and its reflection become part of the repetition too.
I’m interested in the awkwardness of being both the person looking and the person who might be looked at. The painting gives me a way to explore that without pretending I’ve settled how I feel about it.
