Ekphrasis

Reminiscent of the vacation-themed paintings of Thomas McKnight (all strangely devoid of human activity, perhaps suggesting the pleasantries of earth following a Rapture in which no one has been left behind), this work seems to address the ambiguity of existence and what may await us in the great beyond. Perhaps it is a portrayal of the emptiness of purgatory as experienced by the recently deceased minister Fred Phelps, who—for being the hate monger that he was—rightly deserves an ironic afterlife trapped in a rainbow-filled room of emptiness and forlorn. On the other hand, the work may simply be a cry for sexual release by the artist in the form of a polychromatic personal ad intended for Craig’s List. Or perhaps it represents the Renaissance heterosexual’s ideal vagina: colorful, inviting, and obviously unsullied by another man’s seed. Whatever meaning the viewer may take from Fuck Me, its seamless color-value transitions and clean outlines would befit placement in the waiting room of a public health clinic frequented by young mothers and those awaiting STD test results.