This work is based upon loss, and a masking of emotions starting July 11, 2006. My father and I were co- dependent in the last 26 years of his life. His disappearance triggered an inward collapse. Now, five years later I’ve realized the need to confront his absence in my work to regain balance.
Dad lived the Great Depression era, born in 1921. Duke Ellington, and pickled herring with saltines were the kind of atmosphere I was lucky to be immersed in. From being stabbed with an ice pick in the chest and living, to eating muskrat in the rough days of the depression, Dale Nouse is more than a movie could handle. At 59 he had me, and I received a Detroit city kid newspaperman/editor turned artist sailor, and later a spectacular single father who had finally calmed down from a turbulent youth. He had all the frugal swagger of that era and was more open minded than most. I miss him.
Human facial expressions can be honest, and I’ve chosen them for their raw emotional content. The faces of grief, specifically it’s personal coverings are what I intend to communicate. The photographs present in the work are from my fathers last sailing magazine, and relate his absence in the tools left behind. A mix of a loud memorial for the jazzy personality dad was, as well as an outlet for swelling negative emotions his absence triggered creating an honest anguish. I want to howl his name one more time at life, as I should of in July 2006.
Orchard Windows Gallery, 37 Orchard Street, NYC
Gallery Reception: Monday August 29th from 6pm-9pm
Artist Reception: Thursday September 8th from 6pm-9pm