
Button-Down Bump and Grind
Button-Down Bump and Grind
30 x 40
2002 / #15
I do quite a bit of ironing and in my earlier days, would put on some wild music and exercise at the same time. This character is having one of those moments with the button down shirt she is supposed to be ironing. The shirt is almost alive with the spirit of her dance as well. Her finger is up in a John Travolta Saturday Night Fever pose while she bumps and grinds to the beat of her walkman. Most people don’t know what that is any more (a walkman), even my spell check is having a fit with it as a word. The spilled cola is TAB, another throwback to the 1070’s. If you don’t know what that is (TAB, not the ‘70’s), ask your mom or grandma. If you do know, well then welcome to the boxes located in the middle of any age related survey found in a magazine.
The back-story of this piece is not very deep. My earlier paintings were more about the gestures, the colors, the brush marks and the composition and less about storytelling. The older I get, the more I have to say about society in general. This piece just chronicles yet another moment in the daily grind of being a stay at home mom.
30 x 40
2002 / #15
I do quite a bit of ironing and in my earlier days, would put on some wild music and exercise at the same time. This character is having one of those moments with the button down shirt she is supposed to be ironing. The shirt is almost alive with the spirit of her dance as well. Her finger is up in a John Travolta Saturday Night Fever pose while she bumps and grinds to the beat of her walkman. Most people don’t know what that is any more (a walkman), even my spell check is having a fit with it as a word. The spilled cola is TAB, another throwback to the 1070’s. If you don’t know what that is (TAB, not the ‘70’s), ask your mom or grandma. If you do know, well then welcome to the boxes located in the middle of any age related survey found in a magazine.
The back-story of this piece is not very deep. My earlier paintings were more about the gestures, the colors, the brush marks and the composition and less about storytelling. The older I get, the more I have to say about society in general. This piece just chronicles yet another moment in the daily grind of being a stay at home mom.