I made this piece for a group show, "To Each His Home", curated by the lovely Courtney Moy at the Distillery in Boston. Really wish I could have made it to the show, lots of really great artists involved.
Courtney also asked me to do a little write up about the piece relating to the "what is home?" theme.
This is that:
My home is on the other side of the planet (Earth).
Before I move anywhere I always build it up in my head first until it's completely unrealistic. My new neighbors nod and make eye contact, I have a slop sink in my studio, every time I stop to tie my shoes I find a few wonderful opportunities.
The reality is that I have no laces, they're elastics, not like rubber bands though, I mean tasteful elastics. They look like laces but they're actually not.
The art shows I love the most are epic. Sometimes it's enough just to see something that shouldn't be in a gallery inside a gallery. A house... Inside! A horse... Inside! A horse's house or a barn or whatever indoors. I have ideas for drawings but they rarely involve horses.
Here I've drawn a tiger as my horse. I have drawn two but one of them is only a general idea, like my understanding of how the post office works.
I have not yet figured out how the post office works but I'm looking into it now.
I moved to Australia in February. Moving here is like a love letter to my Australian wife. It's weird to have moved to the other side of the world. On the flight I crossed the dateline and ended up in the future too. I am on the other side of the world in the future.
It's a lot like the past living in LA.
I don't know what will happen here and I can't tell you too much more than I have already or it could compromise the space time continuum. I will say that someday I will be Casanova Quinn.
Hopefully my new accent will help me make that happen.