Why and Why Not

Is there such a thing as exaggerating?

Take a shortcut.

What do you mean?

Say what you mean.

Why do you act crazy?

I sometimes apologize.

I wrote your name down as ":)". I hope you like that :)

September 2016



Write An Artist Statement With The Word ‘Me’ Or ‘I’ In It, Or Both

Thank you for complimenting me:

You like me, I like you.
Make me feel warm.
I choose to think coldly, I can use a microwave.
Let me put a band-aid on it. Fuck band-aids, let’s do it Old School.
Have a speech impediment so people will talk to you less.
Cry at the sunset. Thank you for finishing my sentence.
Have fun, let go.
let’s talk about
french kissing.

The food fell to the floor:

It’s important to listen to birds.
Remain
anonymous. Make a mess.
Remind me of nothing.
There is such a thing as War-risk insurance.
Who could have predicted reality tv?

* * * * *

What if instead of a logical artist statement we decided to write thoughts, or sentences, that go through our heads when making art. This is not poetry per se, this is a form of idea communication, just as the conventional artist statement was intended.

July 2016



The Raw Skeleton

Exploring a raw extension of figurative expression we must use 'poor' materials and loose drawing, in every description of those methods. The subject of the ‘raw, poor’ human can describe people and their relationships in the 21st-century disposable culture. These figures are necessary. These gestures are us, the garbage comes from us: we can see ourselves in the reflection of the cardboard. These figures are not detail-oriented, nor perfectly rendered: they are an extension of ourselves. A fragmented look into our souls on a canvas, and we become integrated into the picture. They are us. Broken, smiling, flirting, sometimes barely there, but perfectly recognizable to be there. These are sensitive works of humans, even in rugged form, they must be us.

An arsenal of media finds it necessary to use pieces of garbage in this art. Because they are not garbage, they are indeed the rawest skeleton of our past: a white canvas is nothing more than a polished piece of garbage, a skeleton with a tie. No, I acknowledge this skeleton has a voice, and I want to help it tell our story.

April 2015



Less Than A First Draft (Testing)

This short piece (1000 words) of critical writing entitled Less Than A First Draft (Testing) was written as part of the artist in residence program at Robert Kananaj Gallery in January of 2015. It is a brisk, meditative dotting of Oscar Figueroa's ideas in written form—a chance to read fragments of his visual thinking, what Robert Kananaj informally described as "made of fractions, hours, days/nights ... ." Copies of this piece of writing can be acquired through RKG.



Correctability, Correct Ability

Yes that is right.

Yes, That Is (also,,, Right )

Somethingchangeable, evolutionary—in a decisive way (to correct). And (then the second pair appears/disappears> as almost the same meaning as the first, but they can be slightly different, they can be completelyDifferennt.

It suggests more about being "able,," to be correct... But there is no "correctness" in my work, there is only satisfaction—being "able" to FEEL correct

December 2014



Translated Statement

arisesofmakingknownshould
ambenotisin
likecreateeffectcallsact
increasenumbingdefamiliarizedevelopsbuild
resultsexcretingcomprehensible   incomprehensible   speak
enterconnectsidentifyfollowgrasp
repulsedunderstandbecomesseenexperienced
knowmeetstrugglecontributeshow
dorecordingconcentratedbornlead
presented   pushself-reflectivefactualmake
areinterpretations   translationthinkingsurvive


April 2014



The Landmark; A Private Experience and a Necessary Presence

The landmark asks questions about you.

What do I perceive?

What I have created is my perception and my questions.

What shall I do, and what shall I see, and see and do again? And keep? And remember? That

is what’s important to me.

Land mark experience

December 2013




The Essential Mystery in Art

Mystery, curiosity, identification with yourself: the misguided path, a path of discovery and self-coordination. The possibility of learning. The possibility of getting lost. The possibility of not finding a way in or finding a way out.

It is not a lack of thought, nor a lack of focus. It is not too vague, it is descriptive. Not too elaborate, it is focused. It is not undefined; it is definitely defined; although sometimes defined as “undefined.”

An art that inspires and offers a simple AND complex rhetorical question. With experiences through extra-visual languages; beyond visual art, it is an aural art. Poetry through temporary experiences.

October 2013



Untitled Statement

A life (and with thoughts) of contradiction and repetition.

A thinking body of certainty. A body of limits, boundaries, and unawareness—with multiple repetitions, each one slightly different than the last.

A life of decisions and indecisions, all made in the state of unawareness or what can be thought to be awareness.

Of memory aroused both voluntarily and involuntarily.

The only life we know now and that only life we cannot know now. That endless experience behind me and ahead of me.

That clarity that is nothing more than ‘less-blurry,’ living with indecisiveness and risk, and fear.

A person that guesses—that instability for choice—for flexibility and choice.

A person that struggles to search, to know what is necessary and unnecessary. A person that reflects indecision. A life that imitates the planned and unplanned life.

A life of what we want to call concentration, but is not possible because of our desire to be human. A flawed life.

December 2012