The Last Rhino
The Last Rhino is a song and a painting about believing in love in hopeless situations. The song originated in 2015 after hearing on the news that there was only one male northern white rhino left in the world and his name was Sudan. I dramatized the song by referring to him as the last rhino in the whole world. I imagined Sudan with his heart filled with hope, searching to find another rhino to love, when in reality no other rhinos existed. I related to Sudan because I had given up on love at that time. I felt like I was the last rhino in the world. I stopped believing that the love that I was searching for existed. As a result of writing this song, Sudan’s hope became my hope. Sudan’s innocence and optimism rubbed off on me and I started to believe in love again.
As for Sudan, he died in March of this year. There are no more male northern white rhinos left in the world.
I Wish I Knew
This is a large self portrait of me with a butterfly projected on my face. I originally was projecting constellations onto my face but it didn’t look as pretty as I had hoped. This was a new challenge for me and my portrait painting skills because it is two images on one face. This painting took me almost a year to finish because I kept getting frustrated with it. I would often leave this painting alone for months at a time. When this painting finally came to life it was amazing. The song, I Wish I Knew, by Sharon Van Etten was playing, my painting woke up and I began to cry.
This is one of the paintings in my Christmas series that I am working on. I am not sure of how many will be in this series once it is complete. I have many more ideas for this series and also some works in progress.
In October of 2018 I was in a group art show at the Loft in Reading Pennsylvania. It was Halloween themed, so I wanted to do some paintings that were a little creepy. I did a series of eyes and they were displayed in interesting frames. They had just the right amount of creepyness, especially when they were all displayed together on the gallery wall. There is no title for this painting. I could call it Eye, but that would be to obvious.
This painting is about capitalism. It is mocking money as we know it. This came about after watching Mr. Robot, which is a series about a genius computer hacker who wants to bring down the banks to help those who have been stomped by corporate greed and manipulation. This painting questions the value of money and compares it to the bitcoin which operates independently from a central bank.
This is a painting of me, even though it does not look like me. It is one painting in a series that is portraying my anger. The other paintings are works in progress and are filled with even more anger than what is in this painting. The other paintings may never be displayed because I feel they are too mean. I wondered if I should even finish them, but the purpose of art is much more than making pretty things for people to look at. It is therapeutic for the artist to release their feelings onto a canvas. It is honest and pure and sometimes embarrassing. Visual artists and songwriters constantly take risks because they are putting themselves out into society to be judged. It is like they are naked for the world to see, while the ones who are observing are wearing their clothes. An artist can not be true if they have filters. I have no filters. An artist can not be seen unless they are brave. I am just a little bit brave.