Recently I've been working on a new set of images, based on the cool life and hot times of tabloid frequenters. Flipping though my subscriptions of Star magazine, many emotions are felt. I'm simultaneously amused and distressed. Amused because of the creative articles that accompany shots of celebrities walking through a car park, claiming they're on their way to jail or rehab. I'm distressed because there is almost too many goodies to choose from - who do I draw first?!
Oh, how cold and heartless I must be?
No. I do indeed feel some degree of empathetic heart ache for these beauties. But it's on such a deeply removed level from my conscious thoughts that I can't even muster a tear. No matter how many onions I chop, I am overcome by laughter.
I feel compelled to draw stars that are going through something universally true to all of us.... like appropriating Greek Mythology into useful data and information about contemporary life in New York.
Amongst all this garbling justification about why I love to draw celebrities, I suppose the best reason is that I have always had a fondness for dumpster diving and finding treasure amongst the trash.
