I’ve
got a warehouse upstairs. In fact I’m bringing things from upstairs down
here (to the gallery), from my house down here. I just took some from city
hall and brought them here. From another gallery and brought them here.
I’ve got pictures I didn’t know I had. I when I start going through my
collection I say Wow! I haven’t seen this guy in 10 years. I pull it out.
Its like when you take notes and put them away, take notes and put them away
and later on you discover them when you see them again.
This
(above) is from a series called “Stations of the cross.” All these are
the symbol of suffering.
I
call this one “Crown of Bullets” and
it was inspired by my trip to Guatemala.
They are all like little prisons. This one is more spiritual. The soul is
imprisoned. There is no way out.
I
call this one “The Door.” This represents the entrance to
Heaven/Paradise (pointing to exposed nails). You have to go through all the
suffering of this world in order to find that peace and paradise, and the
promised land you have to go thru all this hell and all these things
sticking out here. This is part of a larger series of man and religion. This
is the male; this is the female. The reasons I did them without arms or
mouths was because they are helpless people. No way to defend themselves
verbally or physically. They are like slaves.
This
one was mostly inspired by my experience. I went to jail I was involved in
gangs in New York City. It’s ignorance. No outlet. All this time I had
this in my, but I was looking for other outlets outside of me. Until I went
in there (jail) that’s when I started searching for myself. I started
studying all the religions and looking for some meaning in life. I know we
are here for a purpose, what is the purpose? Is it to be used, to go
somewhere or become somebody’s slave? There are some questions for which there
aren’t always immediate answers. So I started searching and creating
things that reflected my surroundings.
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