“All it comes down to is this: I feel like shit but look great.”
― Bret Easton Ellis,
12″ x 12″
Oil on panel
La Bodega Gallery
So the 80’s : era of day glo, Yuppies and mulletts, Iran-Contra and Chernobyl, a veritable bonfire of vanities for the decade that taste forgot.
Catapulting into my teens as I was, It didn’t feel like that at the time- I was randy for it all -everything that had been denied me in pre-adolescence was suddenly for the taking, accompanied by low rent video, an incredible soundtrack and an Ad execs wardrobe.
All absolute bollocks of course because in retrospect it was soulless, by the end of it I was utterly miserable, jobless and broke with a first child on the way.
So here you have a collage of that eras excess, a marketers swirling coke addled dream; Gordon Gekko in the penthouse, full metal jacket, Keith Haring tie with Patrick Nagel sideline, an American Psychometric of the ages, with Freddie Krugers chrome talons extending from it’s slick dimension.
Except there’s grotty Liverpool on the periphary, post Toxteth maelstrom, dockers strikes and another three terms of Maggie’s despotic reign to look forward to.
Real life seldom works on MTV.
Relax, don’t do it.
If my piece Aztec Ghost Groove was a picture disk, this would be the album cover.
The piece will be on display during the I Love the 80’s group show at La Bodega gallery, Saturday 19th March. Contact email@example.com for pricing and purchase details