Monday, June 3, 2013

ASS-ID, TRIP-DICK


Combine images culled from vintage gay porn magazines with a healthy dose of ass-id and what do you get?  LSD of course: Lines Surrounding Dick (quite literally).

Artist I Like Gregg Woolard doesn't have a website to show off his skills to the internet world so I'm donating my own white walls here on Bigshoes to serve as his temporary virtual gallery.

As is the custom (henceforward?), I asked Gregg to write an artist statement to accompany the exhibition:

These are from a body of work I made using images from gay porn magazines.
I've used porn in my work for some time now.  With these, the image is transfered onto the ground with an acrylic medium, then the magazine paper is torn away until just the ink remains.

The process isn't that refined, and parts are lost during the scraping away of the magazine paper to leave the inked parts.  

I have lots of files of figures cut from magazines.  I go through and pick out some I think would be interesting to work with and group them into configurations.  Large figures taking up the whole paper are centerfolds.  The magazines are old news stand porn from the 1990's and earlier.  I bought a lot of it from the Center here in NYC one day after leaving a life drawing class there.  I also bought a lot of old stock from a magazine store near where I live.  

I usually pick a figure based on the pose, the figure's size, if I think the model is 
attractive, how it would work with another figure, etc.  After the image has been transfered I draw the concentric ellipses on the figure and ground. The ellipses have various connotations to me.  They can be like giant slothful one eyed monsters, landscape elements, ooze.  I made these during an extended stay in the Mojave desert and I think the striated mountains and rocks common to that area worked their way into the work.  I was on the edge of Death Valley and it had all been under water, the ocean floor, eons ago.  It's odd in a place so dry to see evidence of water all around, or to think that it was all underwater at one time.  Some people might see tattoos, but that didn't interest me. There might be a little play between a models tattoo and the graphic black, but it was not intended.  Primordial Ooze is more what I think about.  The strangeness of the landscape, the desolation, the wind, the heat.  I guess maybe they are some kind of geologic formation, in a sense.  Psychedelic is another term that has been applied to the works.  That works a little for me, but not in the trippy, druggy way.  For me it was the contrast between living in NYC for years where you see down a street or avenue, but most of the time you are walking at the bottom of a canyon of buildings with not much horizon reaching out before you.  In the desert, the eye has to learn to see again, the information relayed to the brain isn't accurate.  Those mountains over there are not gonna be reached by walking for an hour.  All the visual information and cues changed, and the eye had to catch up. Spatial relations renewed.

Maybe the work is about the orgy of creation: the exertion, the pressure, the friction, the writhing, the churning, the looking, the release, the result.

Each drawing is 20" X 30".

Gregg might not like the "trippy, druggy" insinuation but how am I supposed to resist such ripe wordplay?  More of his "ass-id trip" dicks:



















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