Congratulations…You are a Wiener!
No this is not one of those spam messages that you get in your inbox…It is a declaration, an ode if you will to those men out there who live under the oppressing thumb of their scary wives…Who came first, the nazi wife or the self-flagellating husband? Dios los cria y ellos se juntan, like we say in Spain…which translates into something like God creates them and they choose to be together...One of those sick symbiotic relationships with no real “wieners“…
You know who you are…You with the shrieking old bag of a wife… You constantly eggshell stepping in your own house in a futile attempt to avoid her outbursts…You squirming to put up a front of domestic bliss when you are no longer able to look anybody in the eye because you don’t remember which one was the last lie you told…Yes, you…
In my artistic musings (when I have time for musings at all) I have discovered an unending source of inspiration in the daily life and adventures of this particular couple. I have certain opportunities to glimpse into their interactions and they never fail to surprise me in a disgusting kind of way…Their isolation from reality, the animosity among the members of the household, the competitiveness that permeates their every action…They paint a sad picture (no pun intended). It is dysfunction at its best…kind of watching a train wreck in weekly episodes…
The only part not amusing to me is my personal, involuntary involvement, if ever tangential, in this matter. I try to stay on the sidelines, but sometimes they pull me in…Misery loves company…I guess.
I have completed a painting, the first of a series loosely based on these two specimens, titled “You Ain’t that Man”. I will post an image very soon. I think it will be displayed in the show at Factory on 5th in June.