JC Garrett will be showing his work at Bridge Art Space along with Gary-Paul Barbosa Prince (reception on March 22). He has provided us with the following artist’s statement. Make of it what you will.

11900457web“Well, Art is Art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west, and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now tell me what you know.” Groucho Marx 

I have been asked to provide a few words about myself, my art, or perhaps even about art in general. As you are probably standing in an art gallery while reading this, the question of  whether it constitutes art or whether I am an artist is effectively rendered meaningless by this context. The question remains: Is what you see good or bad art? Am I a bad artist. Of course, I would not venture to say myself. That is, not on your behalf. You may have noticed, somewhere in the room, a numbered list or even small stickers indicating prices or assigned values. These help make clear that the objects displayed here are in fact items for sale in addition to any aesthetic, personal, social, cultural, or other value presented. Perhaps their purpose is just to entertain or to decorate home or workplace. As a consumer, or as I prefer, Enthusiast, you get to exercise your opinion merely through the act of acquiring these things. A purchase by you of one of my efforts is in a form, voting for me as an artist. Electing me, you might say. Notice the hooks and wires for easy  installation. The convenience of size, choice of colors, overall affordability. In a measure, you employ this choice, your choice as a way of expressing your own needs and desires. Of defining self.

But I digress. For I have failed to tell you much about myself or the art. Needless to say, I am an adult, born in 1955, working and residing locally (Northern California) since 1978, and professionally trained and accredited in the visual arts. The works you see are generated (drawn) on a computer and printed in limited editions of five using acid free art papers and pigmented inks employing a laser printer.

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The human epidemic has finally assumed fatally global proportions. It appears that it is now too late to reverse our begotten course. Signs of the illness can now be found in the outer reaches of the atmosphere and in the deepest seas, where they continue to reek havoc and destruction on all living things. As if implanted deeply into our DNA, the civilization of the homo sapiens has truly come full circle. The end of our earthly habitation is historically within sight and there is no  heaven or hell to save us. Perhaps we should use these final days to celebrate our impending demise and the return of a nature free of inquiry. Hoopla!

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Art or pornography or both. The current investigation indulges the prurient in the service  of an aesthetic.  The product of a sick & amoral mind? Perhaps. Desperate times have me re-visiting the sexual politic of previous upheavals (think Germany, Austria, following the Great War, or post ww2 Japan). My soap box, now corrupt, waddles in a form of (anti) therapy. A generalized anger & despair, directed at no one but myself, but images, none the less, crafted for your entertainment. Think what you will. These belong to us not me.