I had my first outbreak of organic bi-polar brain disorder (madness) in 1974. I was hospitalized that year and the next two years always during the growing season, mania is a warm weather issue for me. Huge depressions followed, finally in 1978 I began Lithium therapy and I was myself again. Well after a fashion like my old self. Thing is knowledge of one's madness creates certain possibilities and of course fear of recurrence.
I was born in 1944 in Chicago. My father was an immigrant from Norway and my mother was a farmer's daughter from the upper penisula of Michigan, she grew up in a family that spoke Finn and couldn't live without a sauna. I was a student at the School of The Art Institute of Chicago for four years at the time it seemed like the school was over run with fairies. The I went to school in Oakland at the California College of Arts and Crafts to stay out of harm's way (Vietnam era).
The common wisdom now is that just as Picasso dominated the first half of the 20th century and Duchamp dominated the second half of that century. Of course I'd go further and suggest that Picasso was more a 19th century artist who did his best work early in the 20th century and was a part of a celebrity culture that made him into more than he actually was. Duchamp seems much more a creature of our times, born the same year the bicycle was invented, he had some humility that was quite unusual in the heady days of early modernism.
I like my philosophy incomplete, like life we leave before the whole story is told.The sense of life as passage even as a long strange trip (quoting the Grateful Dead) works with my conception of reality as a less than tidy narrative.
I did teach, I became very disillusioned with art schools. I had a handful of creative teachers in almost 6 years of my so-called higher education. I can think of only 2 teachers who were helpful. During the time I was teaching I felt that I was out of step, that it was as blind leading the blind proposition. Thing was though that the 1970's were very exciting times for intellectuals,Foucault was being published in English.
The portraits are the largest category and they do not record all the pictures,some just vanished, some were sold before they were photographed an accurate accounting may never exist.The quality of the jpgs vary many are not good save as a documentary item. Some of the earliest portraits are on transparencies.
The first iteration of my web site was full of sexual images, while this new version contains fewer sexual images this material goes back to the lil' magazine MAN BAG that my partner Stu Mead and I produced in the late 1990's. Man Bag was an underground success and it helped us both to have a bit more paint and food.The European audience was esspecially appreciative of the Man Bag's kinkiness and it's attitude which was very profoundly anti politically correct.
This site is a look at what I have on jpgs, it's far from everything I've made, it's more contemporary but alot of important works are absent. My work seems to divide between early and later and the digital technology did'nt exist until recent times. I only say this as a sort of warning that you are'nt getting the whole picture.And because I make so many things it should be noted that this collection represents a sample albeit depthful but still it's quite a load.
When young all seems comprehensible, the world we live in is circumscribed by our knowledge and the less we know the more we seem to know. But we are so attractive and direct. My experiences with art schools were not good, I had hoped for more, but maybe I was deluded. I'd been in an art program in high school that had been pretty cool as far as exposing us to culture. I had a regular visit to the Art Institute of Chicago every week which sealed the deal for me studying art.
Sam moved to Boulder Colorado with his companion Sara this week leaving me to keep our new web site running smoothly. Sam has been very generous in helping me have a web presence for my art.