The first drawing in the series. I started with the idea of depicting a glorioso waterfall on the right hand side of the image, and, like most of my other drawings, the image morphed from there. Launching? Jumping? You decide.
Gone and Gone Again
2015 and 2016. Two massive back to back shows at the David Kaye Gallery in Toronto.
The first show, Gone, speculated on my response to absence and sudden loss on an immediate personal level. The "sequel", Gone Again, looked at loss in the public realm - the kind of thing often sensationalized in the tabloids at the check out counter.
Like anyone who has had a lot of medical intervention, me and my family have spent a lot of time in "waiting" rooms. In this case, my beautiful partner Sue, accompanied by the inevitable and oblivous fly.
My partner Sue, who is a compelling poet, was wrestling with her own fascination with geese. That's her looking up and looking out (at you).
I don't mind geese, but I don't share her compulsion. They seem to me to be almost too cumbersome to fly and they are always honking at something. Why not a meteor storm.
Revisiting an earlier concept I had explored about dancing pigs. Right out of George Orwell's animal farm. "Four legs good, two legs better". I am guessing that those uppity dancing pigs don't have too much time left on the planet - judging by the dogs.
Not so much about the condition of absence, but maybe about the "argument" that would lead to absence in two lives.
I remember starting off with the challenge of establishing the dialogue between two poles. In this case, male and female. My challenge was to fill in the middle.
I am old enought ot clearly remember the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Even as a kid, I sensed it was special (on the teachers crying in class!) Something most definitely had been lost on a massive cultural scale. And of course, the whole thing was captured on television. And yes, that is good ol' Walter Kronkite. And yes, that is Jackie captured in Zapruder's home film of the assassination collecting Jack's brain from the back of the open limo.
Differing responses to the knowledge that JFK's brain had been maintained in very poor condition under the Arizona desert. The poor guy's brain is stuck in an endless loop of re-living a happy moment riding a roller coaster. Just adding to your conspiratorial paranoia! And yes, those are my two favourite people in the whole world posing for me - my partner, Sue, and our multi-talented son, Jaimie. And of course, I have presented an accurate depiction of Kennedy's much maligned and misused brain.
Trying to wrestle with the condition of "consuming" events rather than actually experiencing them. In this case, the tragic train explosion in Lac-Megantic.The mega entertainment centre, the remote, someone bringing snacks. "Consuming" the pain, in all the comforts of home.
I remember that in starting this drawing all I wanted to do was to depict an unstable glass of beer. The rest just happened. (and no, I don't have a TV that big.)
A strangely prescient drawing. I drew the idea of a Rob Ford bobble head at least 6 months before anyone had heard of it publicly. And a few years before the extent of his illness was diagnosed (at least to the public) and his subsequent leaving the planet.
Thinking about our society's current obsession with celebrity culture. In this case, the personable news anchor or "pundit" who happily dishes out all the dirt. But here something unexpected has interrupted the programming. And our experienced pundit (played so well by my partner Sue) easily shrugs it off as just another day in the life.