Not all art is created equal. Some is generally accepted as good, some is looked upon as bad and some may be considered ugly. I don’t differentiate between these three labels. If a piece of art speaks to me in some way, I like it.
Almost everything I find comes from thrift stores, swap meets, yard sales and sometimes from the trash. It’s art that has been discarded. It’s unwanted, unappreciated, neglected, unloved. Maybe the reason a painting appeals to me is because somewhere deep inside I sometimes share similar feelings. Maybe not.
All the artworks are presented exactly as found. Occasional scuffs, small holes or tears in canvases are signs of a journey the art has taken, and should not be hidden. These paintings are survivors. My only contribution is the addition of a title I feel is appropriate to the piece, or maybe it’s sometimes inappropriate.
Because Art is too important to just have one convenient label.
“I don’t listen to what art critics say. I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is”