Once again I find myself in the position of a considerate provocateur. However, I presumably behave as one should (as I imagine most people do) and adapt to the limitations and expectations of a kind of bodily consensus.
So I relentlessly use graphite.
I find amusement within the work’s authoritatively primordial presence and the baroque, ethereal gravity of its implied character.
“But what is happening in the woman or the poor man’s mind is this: they’ve been raised to believe, and by now they helplessly believe, that no matter how terrible their lives may be (and their lives have been quite terrible), no matter how far they fall, and no matter what disaster overtakes them they have one enormous knowledge in consolation, which is like a heavenly revelation.” At least they are not naked.
Lewis will complete his MFA at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2012