The Eye Of A Clown

This is a Polaroid. And this is where I start going with Polaroids: manipulation, deconstruction, the ability to change time. The chemicals are reacting in certain amounts of time. I’m here to destroy what one thinks is perfect.

When you pull that Polaroid, dust adheres to it immediately. In most people’s minds it’s not usable. So I go the other route. I go to Mars or Pluto or my dreams or nightmares and I manipulate because these are only chemicals that are asked to do something in their formula. I manipulate that formula. I manipulate the time restraints, the color restraints, the way certain chemicals are supposed to react with other chemicals at certain times. I factor all that in.

This is a double exposure of two really intoxicated blood-filled see-through boys who are just full of things that the world puts in, and they’re staring at themselves and there’s nothing but space and they just gotta get the pain out. They may be real and they may not be. This is like my little “Fight Club.” You got the child on the right, and then you got the child’s alter ego on the left, but he’s a lot more beautiful. He’s less full, less in flames and his head’s on fire. And this picture is a still life. It’s basically my Cézanne or Van Gogh, if you will. It’s me rigging up something and going there, which I do a lot.