THE FLAG'LL TAKE YOU HOME.
This series of drawings represents a sporadic, and often times paranoid view of America. The cartouche within the page is representative of "American space" and designated as such with a corresponding title. The space then is activated with a knit sampler's worth of anonymous body parts, dancing in syncopation to the rhythm of the Wednesday New York Times Crossword Puzzle. Clutching at their inherent capitalist identity, a forced interaction takes place between the appendages and accessories of the absent subjects, the recycling bin, the Mexican border, and the idealized bohemian notions of California. For the kids: Drugs and anonymous fucking, conveniently all taking place behind Thomas Kincaide's transcendental log cabin in the mall. Loaded, in all definitions of the term, these pages address the narrative of "Americana" dipping in to the rich tradition of sidewalk junkie art as a bishop would dip a baby into a glass of lukewarm water.