Continuing Combobulations
Gollom |
Mothra Getting Distracted |
Ghost with Brains |
Shivery |
Cop with Birds |
By Tom Wachunas
“…I got some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days…” - from “Life During Wartime” - song by Talking Heads, 1979
EXHIBIT: DaveRuinsArt -
David Sherrill’s art, at The Hub Art Factory, 336 6th Street N.W, in
downtown Canton.
NOTE: One remaining time to view the exhibition - the closing party on FRIDAY, AUGUST 19, 6 to 9p.m.
In many ways this
exhibit could rightly be considered a busy extension of David Sherrill’s first
solo show mounted at Silo Arts gallery roughly six months ago. What I wrote
about that exhibit is still very much applicable to this latest installation at
The Hub Art Factory, so I offer this link to my first review if you care to click
and (re)read:
http://artwach.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-ramble-through-rabbit-hole.html
Is the epigram “DaveRuinsArt”
a statement about existential irony? A logo for streetsmart sarcasm? Or just a
smartass motto?
What are we looking
at? Psychopunk? HyperPop Expressionism? David Sherrill cooks up up a bubbling
hot casserole of images and ideas, generously spiced with edgy humor and a
teaspoon or two of horror.
Are we to read Sherrill’s ruining of art as
nothing more than a disarming bit of self-deprecation? If so, he’s a shade too
modest. After all, the man is a facile enough painter. Beyond his wild
white-lined abstractions, look at the finesse with which he places his acrylic movie-world
monsters atop those found, “thrifted” scenes. Better yet, notice how he has recently
revived the ancient art of black velvet painting with haunting portraits
seemingly aglow in the dust of colored light. One of those is the jarring
likeness of Gollum, that slithery mutant from The Hobbit and Lord of
the Rings sagas. So arresting, I could practically hear his throaty, dark
gurgle of a voice complimenting the other velvet renderings nearby, “Precious!”
So maybe in the end,
DaveRuinsArt is a tongue-in-cheek marketing strategy to bait the insatiably inquisitive
and the wild-at-heart among us. For here’s an invitation to walk that evermore
wobbly tightrope of life between mirth and mayhem, fun and fury. You needn’t
worry about falling off. The balloons on the gallery floor will cushion your
crash.
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