On November 20th Upper Playground are hosting an exhibition of exclusive works by Johnathan Marks.
Rather than ramble on about the artist, I’m gonna let Johnathan explain the event in his own words:
A self-taught artist, I’ve displayed in numerous galleries in both OZ and the US. In addition to gallery shows and live painting events, my freelance projects have included commissioned illustrations and paintings, shoe and clothing design, and custom guitars and skate-decks; I’m is also currently working closely with Imperious Rex (www.imperiousrex.com) on several projects due out shortly.
Though my work is most often graphite based, I chose for Skin Deep oil and acrylic on wood and canvas, as this medium allows for a greater freedom of expression, and limits construction and control. My recent work is most concerned with the issues of presentation and reflection; how do we construct ourselves and how do we then present these constructions to the world? Are we honest, and if so, to whom?
Concerned with the natural world and humanity’s place in it, my figurative work is most interested in trying to consolidate the tendencies we have towards presenting only what we chose to show of ourselves, creating our own individual realities, with the fact that we must never confine ourselves to these tiny – literally Self-Centered – worlds. We reflect, and are reflected by, our times, being both a product and the architects of our situations. We can then choose (be it subconsciously or not) of what we are partly comprised and how we present this construction to others. We can chose what face we present to the world and consequently one cannot help but wonder to whom – if anyone – we owe a sentiment of ‘Truth’. These musings however, may be as superficial as the facades they are trying to explain, as, while we may attempt to construct our own realities, we cannot help but reflect a larger world of which we are a part; a larger world not confined to our restrictions and not sympathetic to our vanity.
Our beauty is a construction, it is crafted, stressed over and tended to like little else – and yet it is so fragile that often one false move (or, as the case may be, one honest move, one genuine moment) betrays that which was so carefully hidden.
I love art speak.