My pictures are confused, abrupt, adamant, honest and entirely lacking in foresight. They are born from an argument between life's experiences, subconscious impulses and my own muddled aesthetic preferences; this dialogue is strained but ongoing. They are made possible only by the depth of my illness and the gift of my sobriety. I have accepted both graciously. They are, individually and as a group, an unwitting self-portrait.
Friday, January 10, 2014
"Moment #2" 1996 by M.R.J. Mr. J is a new friend of mine and my program. This is a really nice modernist piece. I love it.