TR's Thoughts

Every generation invents its own fantasy culture.

The marvelous beauty and the temptation are always there, yet all of that does nothing but beg the bigger questions.

We live in a swirl of delicate gestures, driving desires, fantasy, economic complexity and interdependence, isolation and hope.

For me, the paintings are always more than one thing—the viscous, oleaginous colorful muck is also image, idea, and metaphor. "Life" also has the same mutable variety of realities and unrealities.

My paintings are large, complex designs that attempt to reflect my sense of the times we are living in and both how richly interesting they are and how difficult it is for most of us to navigate their uncharted waters.

What drives so much of what we do is desire—desire of all forms. Sexual, emotional, spiritual, for personal connection. And desire is so easily transformed, sublimated, or warped. The bait of excitement and desire is juxtaposed against the depiction of the boredom that seems so present in our time.

In a way, I am looking at the lens through which we see each other—various cultural aspects through which we think—or more accurately, fail to think.

We may just be subjected to the myth-making machinery of our minds.

It may be that all societies inherently prescribe how we should interpret the world, and what we should do to achieve happiness. 

Who’s benefiting by selling the myth?

We pursue the phantoms that we have invented.

We can't distinguish between meaning-making and myth-making.

And this is not to criticize the system of our illusionism.  Living may simply be, for all societies, a huge and marvelous web of the real and the imagined.